As Jiang Ying Yue sat inside her bed-chamber in front of the open window while looking at the night sky, she kept recalling her conversation with Silver during their lunch episode in the restaurant.
The more she thought about the matter, the more she felt like her head was about to explode.
"You seem troubled." She heard the familiar voice that belonged to the Third Prince, speaking from behind her. The man didn't even try to respect her privacy and knock on the door before entering.
"That's because I'm troubled." She replied in a dry tone as she kept staring at the sky which was covered with dark clouds. There was no moon, no stars, and no silvery light illuminating the dark world outside. The current weather resembled her current mood.
"Why? What's wrong? I heard that you did a good deed today. Then what made your mood turn so sour?" The man asked as he moved closer to where she was sitting.
