The Royal Family is heartless, these four words, she understood when she was very young.
It was precisely because she understood that she wrapped herself in indifference, freezing her heart. She thought it would always be like this, yet unexpectedly, that person quietly pried open her heart. When she began bravely trying to experience emotions, he left without a trace, not even leaving behind a silhouette.
Shouldn't she hate him?
But, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. Instead, he became the softest part in her heart, the only warmth.
Qin Yiyao lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes gently trembling a few times.
She just wanted to sneak a glance at him again.
Chirp—!
A sudden sound of horse neighing.
Qin Yiyao pulled herself away from her thoughts, leaning forward slightly to look out through the cracks of the window.
Before she could clearly see the street's scene, she heard the strong and orderly sound of hooves. Following was the exclamation among the citizens.
