The air around Fang Tian carried an unseen weight, subtle, but undeniable as he inched closer to the crowd.
Each step he took drew quiet attention, like a predator weaving calmly through a flock of unsuspecting sheep.
"Yuyan," he greeted, his tone light and smooth as silk as he came to stand beside her. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
Princess Qin Yuyan exhaled softly, relief flashing across her delicate features.
Her hand, almost without thinking, found the edge of his sleeve and held it tightly.
"You're late," she murmured, her voice holding a note of reprimand that failed to hide her relief. "For a while, I thought you had ran off."
Fang Tian chuckled, the corners of his mouth curving, "Me? Run off? When a beauty like you is waiting? Even the heavens wouldn't dare delay me."
A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and for a heartbeat, words escaped her entirely.
