As the female crown stepped through the door, she instinctively settled into the chair. Yin Tingxue brought her tea, and she murmured a quiet note of gratitude to her younger cousin.
Lowering her delicate forehead, staring intently at the tea, Yin Weiyin took a deep breath, nervously waiting for Chen Yi, and then...
Thinking about this moment, even though it had occurred several times before, she still felt her cheeks flush, her legs trembling slightly.
Yet now, her resistance to the matter was not as severe as before, and so Yin Weiyin finally exhaled a murky breath.
Turning her eyes to the side, she saw the invitation card Chen Yi had placed on the tea table.
Her gaze lingered on the blue, gold-embossed invitation from the Prince Mansion. Yin Weiyin momentarily drifted into distraction.
Was he truly going to… meet his parents?
