When the turmoils of the night finally died down, sunlight seeped through the clouds, illuminating all of Hanjian. Even the darkest of shadows were dispersed, but never in the frigid hearts of the cruelest.
Li Xueyue sat by her vanity with a faraway look in her eyes as she stared at her reflection.
The woman before her had lean shoulders which shouldn't have been able to withstand the weight of a mountain, but had hands that wielded weapons. She wondered how much time had passed since she last sat inside a dusty room, infested with mice, with walls that seemed to close in on her, amplifying her quiet sobs.
"Yu Zhen," she suddenly called out, seeing his reflection in the mirror.
His people had just finished dressing him. Yet, he was already aggravated. Yu Zhen tugged his collars loose and cast her a mischievous smirk.
"Yes, Sunshine?"
