Who would have thought, this chick, guilty as a thief, turned and plunged into the sea; he followed her down, only to find himself caught in some inexplicable time-travel.
Fu Lao Da just wanted to curse: Fuck!
But to live again, to live as someone else, wasn't too bad.
After all, in his previous life he had been born into poverty, unloved by his father and mother, led astray in his adolescence to walk the path of violence, from which there was no return. He lived a life where it was either kill or be killed. He hadn't expected that after time-traveling he'd become a prince of noble birth, with an Emperor for a father.
This goddamn life.
Nan Feng avoided Fu Lao Da's attempt to sling an arm over her shoulder and moved further away: "Since you already know that I was an undercover agent in my previous life, everything I did was just an act. The worlds of black and white will never coexist. There's no way there'll be a future between us."
