Zhang Ronghua turned his head to look at her, only to see her side profile. Her snow-white ears were small and exquisite, and under the contrast of her silky hair, she had a special charm.
For some people who loved earlobes, this pair of ears was more important than anything else. They would not even negotiate if they were to exchange it for heavenly treasures.
In the beginning.
He thought that it was the Crown Prince's men who had taken care of Jingshen, but he did not expect it to be her men. He thought about the people the Crown Prince had sent to Anzhou and guessed that they were also her men.
He was getting more and more confused! It was as if there was a ball of fog shrouding the Crown Prince's body. He was clearly the same person, but he was like the moon in the mirror or a flower in the fog, exuding mystery everywhere.