Surely, Ouyang Xueqing didn't know anything until the next morning.
Having been socializing and smiling elegantly for the entire afternoon, she was so exhausted that she simply laid on her bed and quickly fallen asleep.
Her mind was filled with tomorrow's agenda when she would go with Ling Xiaochen to receive the information about Mo Yujian.
It's been almost three years…
Almost three years, yet the event seemed to have happened just yesterday. She could still remember the taste of despair and the pain all over her body, and the white robes that had suddenly descended and saved her from the brink of death.
His fluttering jet black hair, those aloof and calm eyes, that mask with black lightning strike, it was imprinted so vividly on her mind that sometimes Ouyang Xueqing wondered to herself why she couldn't seem to forget about him?
