"Impossible. Then who was the person with me that night?"
Nalan Yan'er couldn't accept it and kept shaking her head.
She thought of a terrible fact, that day, when Feng Bailing got married, the porter who was brought over.
She screamed.
"No, it's impossible, I can't possibly be with a porter."
She trembled all over, Hua Wushang didn't speak.
"Wushang, please tell me all this is not true."
Nalan Yan'er wept painfully, but Hua Wushang remained silent.
"This can't be true."
Nalan Yan'er was devastated, as if she had lost her soul.
A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Hua Wushang's lips.
"I also wish none of this was true."
If possible, Hua Wushang would rather none of this had happened years ago...
"Brother Xiaojin, Brother Xiaojin."
Soon after leaving the Crown Prince Mansion, Feng Xiaoli's body was freed from the dark aura, and she suddenly snapped back to reality, the pile of black wings on her also disappeared.
