White Jade Tower, within the boudoir.
Guan Qinghan's eyes brimmed with pain as she closed them in despair, her heart ashen and her expression turning significantly colder, as if she had severed the last thread of hope.
It was evident that the demon lord harbored no affection for her, he hadn't even recognized her.
More crucially, from start to finish the demon lord had been lascivious, probably treating her merely as a plaything, toying with her at will, until he would tire of her and heartlessly cast her aside.
Just as she was grief-stricken, prepared to sever all ties with the demon lord henceforth.
A thunderous voice startled her, like the awakening of insects in spring.
It suddenly illuminated the entire night sky, causing her to abruptly open her eyes and stare in disbelief at the handsome face before her.
Still somewhat bewildered and dazed, she started to doubt her own ears and even thought she might have been hallucinating.
