Later that night.
Most of the maids had already gone to rest while the guards outside stayed alert under the cold blue flames burning around the territory. Even the noisy beasts roaming around earlier had reduced greatly. Only the sound of distant waterfalls and night insects echoed softly through the mountain caves.
CeCe lay on her bed with the blanket pulled up to her chest while staring at the stone ceiling above her.
She was not sleeping at all. No matter how she closed her eyes, one particular face kept appearing inside her head.
And that irritating deep voice. "What do you want?"
CeCe covered her face with both hands immediately.
"My gosh…" she groaned in embarrassment. "Why is he so difficult?"
The system chuckled [You are the one chasing after the Prime lord in dreams.]
"I'm not chasing him!" CeCe argued immediately before pausing. "Okay, maybe a little."
[Hopeless.]
