Ningyan was beginning to feel like a stalker.
No. He was a stalker.
For the past quarter of an hour, he had been trailing Rong Chao across the palace like a restless shadow, stopping whenever he stopped, turning whenever he turned, only to retreat again the moment he considered actually speaking.
It was ridiculous.
They had not seen each other in so long. Of course things would be different.
But this… this was worse.
He had married Rong Yue. Rong Chao's brother.
He had also married the very beast Rong Chao once admired.
Lan Meishan.
Ningyan pressed a hand to his forehead. "…This is a disaster," he muttered under his breath.
Rong Chao stepped into the library.
Without thinking, Ningyan slipped in after him, immediately ducking behind one of the towering shelves lined with ancient scrolls.
Alright… calm down.
He inhaled slowly.
I'll count to three and walk out.
One. Two....
He turned and thud.
The wooden ladder beside the shelf wobbled violently.
