The day bled into night, indigo turned black and clouds accompanied the brightness of twinkling stars long before Li Xinyuan could gather himself.
The surgeon needed to clear his thoughts, thus chose respite over immediately jumping into the clinic again.
As he lay in the bed, donning the white all the doctors working for the Divine Phoenix were mandated to, his thoughts wandered once more.
But this time, rather than towards the dark shadows of his previous life, Li Xinyuan's thoughts found their path in the reprieve of worrying over the Crown Prince.
He raised the letter towards the ceiling, grasping the edges of their most recent correspondence, his fingers stroked the yellowing paper in fondness evident in his golden eyes.
Carefully, he brought the paper down, pressing it against his nose to take a deep breath and allow the distinct scent of Liu Mingyun flow in his lungs.
