The man's pocket seemed to vibrate with something inside it.
Immediately after, his body stiffened, and with bated breath, he stared at her, his solid chest rising and falling, ominously silencing themselves.
About ten seconds later, above her head, she finally heard his husky voice.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, I... I'll come back tomorrow to apologize... Now, I must leave..."
Gazing up, Zhan Se, in the hazy light, caught a glimpse of a shadow etched onto the side of his face.
Clearly, his time was up.
"Go!"
Her voice was stripped of all emotion.
Bowing his head, Emperor Quan pursed his lips, watching her bland face, his dark eyes filled with the sentiment of peaceful days.
"Wait for me, wife."
Having said that, he tightened his iron arms, hugging her fiercely, then carefully brushed her fallen hair behind her ear, straightened up, laid her back in bed, and walked towards the window he had entered through.
