“Yan’er, he is not worth it, absolutely not worth losing everything for!” A sorrowful voice mixed with inexplicable melancholy, yet incredibly gentle. That familiar male voice continued to echo in my ears.
I listened quietly to his sad, hoarse voice, and my heart suddenly tightened – pain – an suffocating feeling strongly feedback throughout my body – painfully clutching my breathless heart –
“Cang, I’m sorry! Even knowing I’ll lose everything, I will still choose to leave, because in this life, I am destined to regret!” Her soft voice carried an indescribable determination, her heartbreaking face flashing with an obstinacy others could never understand.
The man slowly drew a pure white jade from his waist, radiating a seductive dark light in the silver illumination, as beautiful as ever, but now emanating a cold, suffocating chill. The jade in the man’s hand was exactly the same as the one hanging on my chest.
“This is your heart, do not refuse!” The man’s voice was filled with endless deep feelings, reluctance, and sorrow.
As the man in white slowly extended the pure white jade towards the woman, the jade fell to the ground before reaching her hand.
“Bang…” The crisp sound broke all tranquility, and at the moment the jade fell, I clearly saw a bright red light shoot out.
The man in white stared blankly at the jade shattered on the ground, then turned to leave.
I don’t remember how I was sent into the palace, because my mind was filled with that beautiful, mesmerizing figure.
When I saw the King, I was stunned, not for any other reason, but because of the person beside him. He was the person I saw under the pear tree, the person I saw in my dream. Although he wasn’t wearing half a silver mask, his face was so beautiful that it was unforgettable.
He stood next to the King, quietly looking at me. I couldn’t see any emotion in his eyes, only coldness.
The moment I saw him, the jade on my chest burned again.
I nodded and stopped looking at him, quietly waiting for the King’s investiture.
