Through a tiny opening, Yue Mingxuan caught sight of her appearance. Strands of hair hung down across her forehead, and she looked utterly worn down and disheveled.
"I'm telling you, nobody has come looking for you during this entire time. In The Black Archon, you don't hold any important position anyway."
"I am not a member of The Black Archon."
Tang Youyou's voice was icy and detached.
It carried no trace of emotion whatsoever.
Even Shang Qinghua could not help feeling a pang of sympathy when he saw her condition.
The Tang Youyou before them had completely lost the elegance and bearing she once possessed as Gu Xiang.
Back then, although Gu Xiang had harbored feelings for him and occasionally humbled herself before him, she had more often been spirited and full of confidence.
Valiant and heroic were perhaps the most fitting words to describe Gu Xiang.
As Yue Mingxuan looked at her current appearance, it felt as though knives were twisting through his heart.
