Nan Xun huffed, a little resigned. He never expected to fall so deeply for another person. His heart fluttered and a chuckle escaped his mouth. He knew Jun Huang was the one for him. He’d never met anyone quite like her.

He unfolded the letter, hurriedly but carefully, worried that he’d damage the paper and obscure even a word or a sentence Jun Huang had penned.

Although she’d kept the bad news from him, he could tell her wrist was weak when she wrote the letter. Her handwriting was usually elegant and unique - not delicate like most women’s and not crude and hard-edged like most men’s. It had a presence to it that drew the eyes. Now, though, her handwriting wasn’t as coherent and strong as it’d been, which worried him.

He put aside the letter and sat on the divan for a long time, his head swirling with thoughts. In the end, he came to a decision.

It’d be more polite for him to enter the palace to see...