Sitting on the bed, she hugged her shoulders tightly, trying to give herself a little warmth.
A sense of loneliness surged in her heart.
An unprecedented loneliness.
In this Another World, she was alone.
There were no passionate Jianghu, no Deep Palace Courtyard, and no... her him.
Just then, the door of the room was kicked open with a bang.
Xia Weibao turned her head and saw Lu Hualiang appear at the door, his face flushed with panic.
Looking at that face, identical to Emperor Xia Liang's, her emotions suddenly churned.
Her vision went dark, and she fainted.
In the hospital, Lu Hualiang watched the pale woman on the bed, tears still hanging on the corners of her eyes.
His brows were tightly knit.
Her schedule was to return today, but it was so late and she had not yet come home, so he called Xia Shi.
Xia Shi said she had arrived at eight o'clock.
At eight o'clock she reached the Imperial City, but she did not return home, which spoke volumes without words.
