If anyone asks whether a thousand miles of yearning can be sensed, it is a profoundly mystical matter, yet sometimes this mysticism is indeed indescribable.
When Hua Yan thought of Yun Chi, Yun Chi was also thinking of her, both sitting at their desks, both playing with the wick of a lamp. Every time the wick crackled lightly, bursting into a momentary flame, he felt as if his heart had been blown apart.
Thinking of Hua Yan, with such intensity, made his heart ache deeply.
Little Zhongzi brought over a bowl of medicinal soup and gently placed it on the desk, whispering, "Crown Prince, the medicine is warm and ready to drink."
Yun Chi grunted in acknowledgment, picked up the bowl of medicine, and drank it slowly.
The bitterness of the medicinal soup seemed unable to suppress the heartache brought on by longing, an ache that could not be contained by anything. After a few sips, he couldn't help but start coughing.
