Ye Qingcheng looked at the blood on Ye Jie's arm and her pupils constricted.
She froze on the spot, unable to move for a while.
Her lips moved, wanting to say something but nothing came out.
As the Crown Prince, he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. A sneeze could make the people around him worry, let alone cut him ruthlessly with a knife and bleed!
Ye Qingcheng's face was pale and she squeezed out after a while, "It seems like you really like her…"
At the thought of Bo Cixue, Ye Qingcheng felt that it was only a matter of time before he fell for her.
Ye Jie did not respond to Ye Qingcheng's words. His dark eyes landed on her face, only caring about one thing. "I hope you don't go back on your words."
Ye Qingcheng opened her mouth, wanting to say something when she suddenly heard an angry shout. "Who's in the back garden in the middle of the night?"