For some reason, Beiting Huang felt as if an old memory had come back to him. Or perhaps, he had unconsciously been influenced by the loneliness of this man the moment he saw him. Or maybe the heart-wrenching pain on him had long been haunting Beiting Huang.
At this moment, seeing Yan Ye standing in the courtyard, Beiting Huang felt like she was holding her breath, making her heart ache.
Hovering on the glazed tiles at the top of the hall, Beiting Huang crossed her arms and looked down. The corners of her lips curled up slightly as she said with a smile, "The stars in front of you are no longer the stars last night. Your Highness, who are you doing this for?"
