Just like that, autumn had tumbled into winter. The blossoming plum trees stood barren as they lined the path LiangLin walked.
None of his sisters had stayed behind in the palace after he had sneaked off that night, and now, the place was left cold, empty, without a trace of warmth.
The walls appeared taller than before, a prison more than a home as Wei KaiJun led him through the familiar paths toward where Lan QingYu was resting.
"Your parents almost burned this place down after you left," Wei KaiJun said with a long sigh. "They dragged your sisters back home, too. Ah, so annoying. Who would have thought I will miss LiAi's death threats?"
"... Blame XueYa," LiangLin decided, blushing lightly at the amused side glance from the monkey.
If that idiot husband of his didn't run off without a warning, LiangLin wouldn't have to chase after him like a worried mother hen.
Besides, who would have known his parents were so unreasonable?