Madam Fu’s lips were pale. Sitting atop her horse, she forced herself to remain upright, though her arms trembled slightly.
She wore no veil, and her wind-tousled hair whipped about her. When she felt his gaze, she instinctively looked away, but after a moment of internal struggle, she raised her head to meet his eyes. The emotions in her gaze were undisguised—a coldness that held infinite tenderness. This tenderness was invisible in the howling wind, yet it sent a numbness radiating through the chest.
Fu You’an tried to steady her voice: "I hope you will accept this, my lord. It is the only thing I can do for you."
Chapter 51