Beiming Qinghan looked at Lin weiyue's relieved expression and for the first time, she felt a strange feeling in her heart.
He understood that the princess might not be used to being in contact with him.
Otherwise, she would not have heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that he wanted to go back.
After beiming Qinghan stood up and left, Lin weiyue finally relaxed.
She lay on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and looked at her drawing.
The more he looked, the more he missed the modern cameras and everything.
As she thought about it, tears fell from the corners of Lin weiyue's eyes.
She was really lonely. The scenery here was beautiful, but there were too many dangers. Moreover, her heart was really lonely.
Lin weiyue thought of the assassination in the day and did not dare to blow out the candles at night.
She lit the candle and lay on the bed to sleep.
