Tang Qingxue never thought she would encounter Yin Hun the Nineteenth here. So late at this time, he still came to her courtyard; it was simply a surprise. After the surprise, her heart was filled with joy—could it be that he had regained his memory?
But in just a short moment, he hurriedly turned and left. Tang Qingxue quickly approached to block him.
"Nineteen, don't rush! You know? So many times, I've had such dreams, dreaming that you've returned. In the moonlight, you stand here, walking toward me..."
Tang Qingxue couldn't contain her emotions and spoke to him excitedly. Indeed, when she saw him just now, she thought she was dreaming, almost unable to believe her eyes.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth stood quietly in front of her, no longer moving his feet, and in his eyes was none of the disgust and confusion she had seen before.
"Nineteen..." she gently called his name, a word she'd muttered in her heart hundreds of times each day.
