In the Northern Border Camp, candlelight flickered inside the main tent.
Ji Qingwu had just finished her evening meal, but she sat at the table with a vacant stare, looking as if she hadn't tasted a single bite.
With just one person missing, she felt the entire tent was empty and desolate, as if it had lost all its former vitality.
Ji Qingwu walked to the sandalwood desk where Emperor Wu Su used to sit. 'Am I under some kind of Gu spell cast by the Emperor?' she wondered. 'Why else would I be so distracted all the time?'
She couldn't help but shrink her shoulders, feeling as if even the air inside the tent had grown colder.
Li Yuzong noticed her strange behavior and asked with a concerned smile, "Miss Ji, are you feeling cold? This old servant will fetch a cloak for you."
Ji Qingwu wasn't cold. She just desperately missed the feeling of being held in a certain someone's arms.
