Under Zoe Zheng’s rhetorical question, Charles Cui didn’t answer again.
The palace lanterns in the house went out.
Only a piece of silvery moonlight poured in from the wide open doorway, and the glazed palace lanterns under the corridor were blown by the wind, leaving a deep and shallow shadow on the ground, and Yvonne Zheng shivered for a while.
She closed the skirt together, and then found in vain that the front part had been torn apart by the prince.
At this moment, a snow-colored robe draped over her shoulders, bringing a burst of warmth.
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