Heyue closed her eyes, used her strong willpower to break through the power that summoned her, and returned to that body.

Perhaps because of the imminent departure, Heyue felt extremely weak, as if her soul might leave at any moment.

But she didn't care, and only looked at the smiling, warm gaze of the person in front of her.

"Awake?" The Thirteenth Prince said, and then kissed her.

He Yue raised her hand to stop her, and smiled slightly: "I have a few words to say to you."

Although he was somewhat disgruntled by the rejection, he didn't mind her kind attitude and even smiled at him, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Go ahead."

Looking at her pale smile, I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if she was about to ride the wind and go away. I felt a moment of unease, and I tightened my grip on her. A shadow crossed my brow.

He Yue didn't mind his actions, but knowing that time was limited, she could only keep it brief: "Do you know that Zhao Jia and He Yue love you very much?"

The Thirteenth Prince was taken aback, and Zhao Jia and Yue in the air were also stunned. They never expected her to say such a thing. Their eyes reddened, but they smiled.

"Why are you saying this?" The Thirteenth Prince frowned, but after a moment, his brows relaxed, and he asked with a faint smile, "Are you saying you love me very much?"

He Yue didn't care about his stubborn argument and continued, "I saw her. She said she was very grateful to me for making you smile again."

Upon hearing this, Thirteen's smile vanished instantly. He seemed to realize what she had said, his expression turned cold, and his gaze swept across her face with a sharp, almost dagger-like intensity.

It seemed that only then did he notice that her face was so pale it was almost transparent. The Thirteenth Prince had a premonition that the person in front of him was about to leave him again.

"Is he really that good?" he asked resentfully, his face full of anger.