Chu Yueli’s nose stung, and her trembling fingertips traced the scar that ran from his shoulder all the way down to his lower abdomen.
During that banquet, the Empress had tried to play matchmaker between her and the Third Prince of Dongzhou. To save her from being put in a difficult position, the Great Demon King had publicly confessed his feelings for her. Back then, he said that when he was nearly killed on the battlefield in Beijiang, it was only by telling himself that his Little Ah Li was waiting for him that he managed to grit his teeth and survive.
Was this the wound that had nearly cost him his life? It was so long, so deep, and so severe. Anyone else would surely have died from it.
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