His greatest desire was nothing other than to keep her tied by his side.
Yet even after she had spoken so, there was not the slightest hint of movement from him.
Leng Yu Yan's heart ached spasmodically, as if the sword injury on his back were slicing through her own heart, bringing intermittent pain.
"Your Highness, grandfather and Father King asked you to protect me, and today you did. But there are still many roads ahead to walk, if you don't wake up, how will you protect me?"
"Your Highness once said not to let me flee from your side, but now that you are not awake, if I were to flee, how could you catch up?"
"Your Highness carved a jade hairpin for me that I only glanced at once. That day, I saw only a rough outline, clearly unfinished."
"You can't leave things halfway, can you? Quickly get up, finish carving and polishing the jade hairpin, and then personally pin it in my hair, would that be good?"
