The devil in question, Bai Qingyue, was indeed, deep in thought. Though surprisingly, his thoughts weren't too different from the concubine's. However, his views lay hidden, and could never be deciphered by others.
He only stopped in his tracks because of the extremely familiar vision which assaulted his mind. The image of another maiden who had once knelt down at his feet, pleading for him to take her away, claiming that she would owe him a favor for life.
That was the first time he had met his wife. The corner of Bai Qingyue's lips curved up at the memory of their peculiar meeting.
He wondered how such a similar encounter would trigger such an adverse reaction from him. True, the circumstances were terribly familiar. The girl before him was a fresh beauty with large, beguiling eyes and a gentle demeanour, one who would most likely make mortal gentlemen swoon at the sight of her.
