No matter what, the Princess's journey went smoothly this time, and she is about to leave soon. From beginning to end, no one disturbed her conversation with the Young Master Gu, which is a good thing.
Cheng Yu's tense heart relaxed a bit, and he gently relocked the door.
Miaoyan, with reddened eyes, bid farewell earnestly and resolutely: "Gu Lan, farewell."
"Farewell." Gu Lan saw the emotions in her eyes and offered a gentle smile to reassure her, his eyes shimmering.
Through an extremely narrow slit, he watched the figures of the young girl and the little eunuch in palace robes being gradually swallowed by the night.
As the night returned to silence once more, Gu Lan held the hand stove in his arms and walked to the window. Turning back to look at everything around him, he picked up the cracked white porcelain teacup and softly sighed:
"After tonight, we'll meet no more."
