Leng Yu Yan had just left the palace gate when she heard a warm call from behind.
"Ah Yan, wait for me."
She turned her head and saw Ji Qingyu chasing after her.
"Why did you come out too?"
"I heard you were going to the lantern festival, let me accompany you."
His smile was gentle, his eyes harboring a restrained warmth.
Leng Yu Yan curved her lips slightly, the somber mood from the side hall earlier dissipating somewhat.
"No need, you should go stay with your uncle and aunt. I'm going to meet a few friends at the festival, all ladies; it would be inconvenient for you to be there."
Hearing this, Ji Qingyu nodded and insisted on walking her to the horse carriage.
As he reached out to help her onto the carriage, his gaze landed on her pale wrist, starkly marked by fresh blood.
Ye Yiheng's?
Leng Yu Yan hadn't intended to let him help her, and seeing him staring at her wrist, she unnaturally hid her hand behind her back.
