Brown and orange hues enveloped the city like they owned the world. The smell of parched earth after the rain was immersive. There was a hint of sourness, haloed by fresh water droplets.
Petrichor lifted the ground, along with the smells, tickling Wang Heiyue's sensitive nose.
'Goddamnit! Spit it out already!'
Wang Heiyue's lips curled down in contempt and his nose wrinkled. Folding his arm across his chest, he raised his chin to look down at Li Fantong.
He inwardly sneered at her pathetic face. The corner of his lips tightened as he raised an eyebrow while he waited for Li Fantong to speak.
He was so close to tapping his foot in irritation as he waited. The princess seemed to notice his apprehension that she quickly recollected herself.
