Inside the artificial hill, there was a small space, but Jiang Liu and Princess Gaoyang did not find it cramped as they hid there.
The tiny private space allowed them to be very close, almost as if they could clearly hear each other's breathing.
"Princess Gaoyang, I'm sorry, I..."
The light was dim, and the young girl in front of him looked weary and slightly thinner. Jiang Liu's longing over the past days had turned into a feeling of guilt, and he couldn't help but gently grab Princess Gaoyang's tender hand, whispering softly.
However, Jiang Liu had not finished speaking when Princess Gaoyang covered his lips with her other hand.
Princes Gaoyang's eyes shimmered as she slightly lifted her head, looking intently at Jiang Liu, "You don't need to apologize. Getting the Scar of Precepts wasn't your choice, and no one expected you to receive twelve of them."
