"Your Highness!" At the moment Qin Jinhao appeared, all of Bai Xiyue's grievances and hatred dissipated, leaving only deep attachment, causing her to throw herself into the embrace she longed for without hesitation.
Her hands tightly encircled Qin Jinhao's waist, her face pressed against his chest, feeling his warmth and heartbeat, she closed her eyes in bliss: "Your Highness, you finally came. Xiyue just knew you wouldn't abandon her."
She didn't question Qin Jinhao's sudden change of mind, nor blame him for imprisoning her.
From the moment this man appeared, she knew that as long as she could be with him, she would do anything willingly, even if it meant enduring the world's scorn.
Lost in her own fantasy, she failed to notice that Qin Jinhao didn't respond to her with the same gentle words and soft demeanor as before.
"Your Highness, Xiyue is so scared." Tightening her arms again, Bai Xiyue wished she could embed herself into Qin Jinhao.
