Chapter 145 The Same Words

As if carved from white jade, her arm was pale and snow-like, slender and graceful, tender and delicate to the touch.

Under the light cast by the luminous lamp, her jade-like arm seemed to be cloaked in a faint golden halo.

Ye Yiheng's eyes subtly narrowed as he set his face and placed the wrapped package back on the stool before striding away.

His boots were brand-new, seemingly never worn before.

Such gifts are meant either for one's father and brothers or for a beloved.

He didn't think she would give them to Leng Zongfa or Lai Hao, which meant—

Had she developed feelings for someone else?

Ye Yiheng left in haste, even forgetting to tie the eye veil he held in his hand.

Song Guo, who was waiting outside, hurried forward to support the Princely Heir and gently reminded him in a low voice, "Your Highness, your eye veil."

Only then did Ye Yiheng cover his eyes and secure the veil.

Leng Yu Yan was utterly confused—had that madman misunderstood something?