In Zhang Hui's memory, he lived in this world.
Under the night sky, Zhao Douan stood calmly in the orange light, his face serene as he uttered these words.
A sentence he had carefully crafted.
How to explain the matter of his crossing over? Zhao Douan had thought about it long ago.
As early as after the crossing, during his first meal with the Empress in the palace. Back then, his drastic change was already questioned.
Though he cleverly managed to cover it up at that time, Zhao Douan worried that this secret would eventually be exposed, so he questioned himself countless times over the days and nights.
Should he confess to the fact of crossing over? Say he lived in another world, suspected of dying from overwork, and then upon opening his eyes, found himself in this world?
Zhao Douan thought it over repeatedly, believing this was not a good answer.
