Jun Xiqing's heart gave a sudden jolt. His gaze was soft and warm. One could easily lose oneself in them. She took out a pen and a piece of paper and slowly wrote: I wish to leave the palace.
Lu Yeming's deep, almond-shaped eyes were mild as he read her writing. He raised his brows and the amorous energy in the room dissipated.
Twisting his lips, he said in a low voice, "Give me a reason."
You know I am under a spell. If I am around you, you will be in constant danger. This is the wisest decision.
Lu Yeming gazed upon the veil on Jun Xiqing's face and he smirked. "Qingqing, do you dare to take off your face veil? Are you afraid that I will treat you differently because of your current appearance?"
His words were sharp and instantly penetrated the unease and hesitation swirling about Jun Xiqing's heart.
After all, she was already disfigured.
