As he spoke, the man realized that he had uttered the wrong words. How could Chu Qiao still be addressed as General, given that she had betrayed Yan Bei?
"General, I… I…" AhJing did not say another word as he turned to leave. The moonlight shone on his body, appearing as a pale shade of white.
Yan Bei missed her presence; it was not just that man alone. Fate was often so irreversible, just like an arrow which had been shot out from a crossbow.
AhJing shook his head slightly as he draped his heavy cloak over his shoulder for some warmth.
Hongye was woken up by the sounds of rain at dusk. She sat on the mat in the big lonely palace, as her greenish-blue robe was slightly tainted with sweat. As the cold wind blew towards her, chills traveled up her spine through the cold beads of sweat, causing some goosebumps to appear on her skin. She rubbed her skin gently, only to discover that her fingertips were colder.