Seeing the mess at the camp, with Feng Xun's life and death uncertain, Ye Lingyue fell into self-blame.
She should not have left Feng Xun, who was as powerless as a bound chicken, here. Last night, the fog was so heavy, and with the abnormal movements of the beasts in Yunmeng Swamp, Dahuang alone could not possibly have protected Feng Xun.
Thinking of Feng Xun's gentle smile, those eyes shimmering with soft light, the physically weak young man who stood up for her when she was being mocked.
Ye Lingyue's heart clenched tightly.
She had not expected that in just a few interactions, she had developed a subtle affection for Feng Xun, no less than that of friendship.
Lan Cai'er was extremely anxious.
Feng Xun's identity was too special. If Prince Beiqing got injured or disappeared in Li City, Governor Lan, being the parental official of Li City, would be the first to be questioned.
