Yan Xun massaged his temples as he felt a headache coming on. He closed his eyes, and his eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly with its wings spread. His pale face made him look fragile and beautiful.
He smiled bitterly.
How was that possible?
.. How could she still be alive? how?
Yan Xun suddenly coughed violently. His pale fingers pressed against his thin lips, and his beautiful fingertips were stained with blood. He wiped the blood off his lips nonchalantly, as if he did not care at all.
He was clearly not even 30 years old yet, but his long hair was already mixed with several strands of silver.
***
What was the luckiest thing in the world?
It was nothing more than a reunion after a long separation.
During the meeting between the two countries, the envoy sent by South Chu to Northern Liang was the famous Regent, Chu Yunxi.
Fu min had not seen Yan Xun for years.
She did not expect Yan Xun to have changed so much.