"It's really bothering you, I'll leave after staying one night."
The little thing spoke without much strength, her tone even softer than usual.
Was she afraid of him, or still unsettled from the night's fright?
The man's noble head tilted slightly as he looked at the scene in the kitchen, stepping closer, "In such a rush to run away, are you afraid I'll confine you?"
His voice was calm and devoid of warmth, as if he might do just that in the next moment.
Leh Ying suddenly turned her head, only to find that the man who should have been standing at the Imperial Court's carved staircase was now behind her, her hand holding an apple unable to take a bite.
Indeed, she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on the man—Legacy by Angostura, his favorite prestigious rum.
Just for that second.
