With the secret she had kept in her heart finally spoken aloud, Ji Ruxue no longer felt any fear as she looked at Lan Qinghuan once more.
Her fair, pretty face and clear, moist eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of that other person—as if, with just a single glance, all her innermost thoughts would be completely seen through.
Yet she would no longer dodge or evade. What was there left for a person nearing the end of her days to be afraid of admitting?
Chapter 211