In the inner court of the Dai Jinlong palace, two figures sat on the bed, staring into nothingness.
They were sitting close to each other, yet their hearts were a million miles apart.
"How much do you know?" Lee Tae Yang asked when he couldn't bear the excruciating silence in the room.
Unlike his usual warm self, Lee Tae Yang's voice appeared unnaturally cold and emotionless,
well, Li Juan was no different, the deadpan look on her face was an equally depressing sight to see.
"Nothing. I want to hear it from you," She chirped while looking at the man who sat beside her,
"I felt it was entirely my fault for the loss of our child. I used to believe that I'm someone who hates violence and gore, but in the end, I was forced to walk down the bloody path so that I could feel less guilty. I came from Xi city after witnessing Ning Jing's death." Li Juan confessed without any hesitations.
Lee Tae Yang quietly listened as she began to speak,
