An Ning followed the gaze, her heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Then, she hurriedly withdrew the fingers still clutching his clothing.
In the next moment, Sikong Wuyou used Qinggong to fly out of the window, disappearing from An Ning's sight.
Leaving only An Ning standing in the room.
She dumbly lay back down on the bed, subconsciously pulling the quilt over herself.
However, the bedding seemed to still retain that unfamiliar scent.
Her heart was racing, and her face was burning.
The long-lost memories seemed to appear before her once again at this moment.
Back then, she was sold to the Flower Building, and because she was young, she was kept in the courtyard for training.
At the age of fifteen, she had become the most beautiful girl in the courtyard, yet for her situation at the time, beauty only led to more despair.
Just the month before she came of age, the courtyard was suddenly surrounded by soldiers.
