Heavy curtains blocked the already faint light.
In the dim bedroom, Liang Wan was like a fish caught in a fisherman's net. She let the fisherman carry her step by step toward the gutting block, yet she, the fish, couldn't even struggle or thrash her tail.
"I might as well tell you, it has been a long time since I've felt any excitement. But seeing your trembling form, like a piece of uncarved jade, at Renshou Palace that day... it reminded me of a certain distant restlessness. It also reminded me that you were once my—"
He looked down at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "You should know, you were originally mine."
A bottomless, dark undercurrent swirled in his eyes.
Liang Wan slowly lowered her gaze, not daring to reveal the slightest hint of emotion.
They were the only two people in the entire hall.
'Does this mean he believes me now?'
'How wonderful.'
