Chen Shaobei sat inside the carriage, his eyes closed, so drowsy he was about to fall asleep.
Mo Lingwei, however, was wide awake.
His Vermilion Python Robe only served to accentuate his sharp, sword-like brows and his piercing, ink-dark eyes.
Several times, Mo Lingwei lifted the curtain to gaze at the vast mountains bathed in the morning light.
'She hasn't forgotten again, has she?'
Chen Shaobei couldn't help but open his eyes to remind him, "Your Highness, it's not even dawn yet. Even if Miss Shen hasn't forgotten, she wouldn't be up this early."
Mo Lingwei dropped the curtain and shot him an icy glare.
Chen Shaobei clamped his mouth shut.
'I just have a bad habit of speaking the blunt truth,' he thought.
In truth, Mo Lingwei hadn't planned to come this early either.
But after returning to the palace last night, he'd remembered that he hadn't set a specific time with Shen Ningning.
