Xia Wenjin lifted her eyes and looked at him once more.
Those words, it seemed he had said them before.
A sense of desolation grew in her heart. Perhaps, if she were a normal sixteen-year-old girl, hearing those words would have filled her with delight.
Even if it were her from a previous life, before she met Huangfu Yuxuan, she would have been pleased.
But now?
Between them were iron and blood, the lives and deaths of countless people, deceptions and schemes, the rise and fall of imperial power, and her rebirth. In her heart, apart from desolation, there was nothing else.
No ripple, no reckless joy like a bounding deer in her heart...
She just stared at him blankly, returning to her senses amidst his deep gaze, a gaze that seemed to engulf her, causing her to sink into it. She finally regained her composure and withdrew her gaze, smiling brightly, saying, "Huang Zheng, do you understand me?"
Seeing her smile, Huangfu Jingchen's heart, on the contrary, sank.
