They had unfinished business

In another part of the palace, Zhao Yan had been awake for a long time.

He sat in his study, dressed and ready for the day, a book resting in his hand.

But he wasn't reading.

His mind was elsewhere.

Try as he might, he couldn't focus on the words in front of him. His thoughts kept drifting back to her.

To Hua Jing.

She was furious with him. That much was obvious.

After last night, he knew things wouldn't be the same. The moment she had seen his face, she had looked at him with such disbelief… such rage.

It had been exactly as he feared.

And yet, some part of him still clung to hope.

If fate had brought them together again, then surely…

Surely, there was a reason for it.

He exhaled and closed the book with a soft thud.

As he did, Wei Ling entered the room.

Zhao Yan glanced up at him. "When is the Hua girl having her wedding banquet?"