Nalan Ye saw Yun Shang come in, and his entire consciousness instantly collapsed, his eyes bloodshot. He had no idea that the person in front of him was Yun Shang. Like an emotionless machine, he tightly gripped Yun Shang's shoulders and pressed her against the corner of the wall.
The corners of Yun Shang's lips curled into a bitter smile as she stared blankly at the handsome face in front of her that mesmerized her. Was this her own doing? Perhaps after today, he would hate her!
Forget it, if he hates, let him hate!
A clear tear slid down the corner of her eye, and Yun Shang didn't want to think anymore. Her face was pale, and besides the full bitterness in her heart, there was only pain left.
...
In another stone chamber, Nalan Jing turned his head to look at the weary face of the young girl in his arms. Even while asleep, her brows were still tightly knitted, as if extremely uneasy. He reached out to gently rub her brow, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
