As she continued to weep, Yan Ning's aura completely dissipated, and she stumbled back a few steps, her body swaying.
Yu Jingcheng extended his hand to catch her, but instead, she fell to the ground, causing his hand to tremble slightly.
Yan Ning cried frantically, crying so hard that she couldn't catch her breath, murmuring softly, "It's you who turned me into this... I wasn't like this before..."
She remembered the year when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and though the marriage was dictated by the Emperor, she was genuinely moved when he invited her to admire the flowers.
He told her: The peach blossoms throughout the garden cannot compare to your beauty. I have no greedy desires, but I wish to have just one branch, to devote my heart to, care for, and protect till death do us apart.
The tenderness in his eyes that year was like the stars, and the gentle breeze that brushed her face felt scorching hot.
