This matter could not be avoided; it had to be faced eventually.
It was better to do it sooner rather than later.
Yun Feiwan’s feelings toward Song Huaichuan were somewhat complicated.
In her mind, she recalled her past life.
She remembered Song Jingcheng personally feeding her a bowl of poison before setting a massive fire at Cuizhu Courtyard, intending to burn her—bedridden and critically ill—to ashes.
Just as she felt herself being consumed by the sea of flames, she had seen Song Huaichuan rush in recklessly, picking her up and vowing to save her.
He did not know that even if he had carried her out, she would not have survived; that bowl of poison was meant to kill her.
But as the poison took effect, she had been unable to utter a single word.
She did not know if he had survived in the end.
She felt a sense of gratitude toward Song Huaichuan.
Apart from that, there was nothing else.
Outside, Song Huaichuan, dressed in a moon-white robe, entered the house, stepping into the sunset. The fading light dyed his robes gold, making him appear radiant and dazzling.
His dark hair was gathered into a jade crown.
His movements were sharp and agile; one could tell at a glance that he was a man recently returned from the military—upright and robust.
He must have rested, for he looked spirited and refreshed, his clothes clean and crisp.
A smile touched his face as he looked at Yun Feiwan, his peach-blossom eyes bright and shimmering.
The enthusiasm of youth was undisguised.
He walked t…
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