Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng stopped in his tracks and slightly turned his head, yet he didn't answer.
After a moment of silence, he pushed open the window and leaped out, disappearing into the vast night.
Leng Yu Yan gave a cool smile. He wouldn't even deign to give her a reason?
If she owed him anything in her previous life, she would repay it!
If he had developed feelings for her, whatever he liked, she would change!
But he said nothing.
She also didn't know how he had gotten in; she had clearly asked Miao Zhu to check the doors and windows. She sighed, walked over to the window, and closed it anew.
The Crown Prince, acting like a thief, was quite deft in his movements.
Leng Yu Yan lay back down in bed, cursing someone a hundred and eighty times, before finally falling into a deep sleep.
When she woke in the early morning, her ankle no longer hurt, and the high fever had completely subsided.