Zhang Ziwen looked despondent, and Wu Xiong took it as a sign of his despair over the final defeat, not realizing the indescribable bitterness in Zhang Ziwen's heart at that moment. Overwhelmed with emotion, Zhang Ziwen fell silent for a while, and Wu Xiong seemed not willing to disturb his thoughts. For a time, the room lapsed into a brief silence...
"Little... Is Little Shu doing okay now?" Zhang Ziwen broke the silence, his deep longing overpowering everything else. Since he was here, he could no longer concern himself with Princess Xiao Shu's identity; he just wanted to know if the person who tugged at his heartstrings was still okay.
Wu Xiong glanced at Zhang Ziwen, a trace of sorrow flitting across his eyes, "She... is not doing well."
"She... What's wrong? Is she ill?" Zhang Ziwen's heart ached. Little Shu was sick, and yet he wasn't by her side.
