"Hey, you —" Feng Xun ran off before Feng Wu could ask any questions.
Feng Wu didn't know what to say.
Once again, she was left alone in the cold wind, but she had a question now.
From what Feng Xun said, what was the thing that Jun Linyuan was supposed to tell her but hadn't?
She headed back with the question in her head, and before she knew it, she had gone back to Jun Linyuan's tent.
In the royal procession, only three people's tents had courtyards, and needless to say, one of them was Jun Linyuan.
Feng Wu ran into him as soon as she walked into the yard.
Their eyes met.
Jun Linyuan's eyes were so deep and bright that they reminded her of the sky lit up at night. She felt mesmerized.
Her heart sped up, and she looked away involuntarily, avoiding Jun Linyuan's eyes.
However, Jun Linyuan kept staring at her with his dark, brooding eyes. His gaze was intense and meaningful.
"Ahem —"
