Tang Xiaobai guessed the beginning but did not predict the outcome.
She anticipated that the young master would be eager to see her, so she also hurried to find a way to send him a message, hoping to calm his unease.
However, she did not expect him to come within an hour of leaving the Palace.
Just at the time of lighting the lamps, when the sky was still a gray dusk and not fully dark, the young man in Xuan Yi slipped silently into the room like a ghost.
Tang Xiaobai was so startled she nearly jumped off the chaise.
He swiftly moved forward and pushed her back down.
"Didn't I just tell you not to come here for a while!" Tang Xiaobai gritted her teeth and whispered angrily.
He didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, then bent his head, gently placing his hands above her knees.
He didn't touch her, just placed them above, then knelt down beside the chaise.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly, his voice hoarse as if on the verge of tears.
