Looking at the man in front of her, Yu Niaoniao had a momentary illusion that she was looking at her former self.
Back then, the Feng family burned down, and Feng Lianghan and the Xie family died tragically. She insisted that the fire had been deliberate, but no one believed her.
Everyone felt that she had fallen into the trap of her own fabricated imagination because she could not accept the painful reality.
But only she knew that she was not wrong.
They had both chosen a lonely path.
No one knew what lay at the end of the road.
Yu Niaoniao placed the roasted skewers on a plate.
She picked up the flask and poured two glasses. She spoke slowly.
"In the past, like the others, I felt that Your Highness and the Eagle Guards were a group of terrifying people who killed without batting an eyelid. When I heard the rumors about me and you in the capital, I was scared out of my wits. That night, I escaped with Dang Gui.
