"Before, I even told my brother, 'What if I'm too picky and can't get married?' Now it's not about me choosing someone else, it's them choosing me. Even so, I don't want to marry just anyone,"
"In this lifetime, I'm destined to be alone."
The last sentence, Xun Qingqing said it in an extremely soft voice as if she was talking to herself.
Jun Wuxian, with his exceptional hearing, still heard her. He looked down at Xun Qingqing and saw her eyes tightly closed, her breathing even, clearly asleep.
When had he ever seen such a heartbroken and distressed Xun Qingqing?
The Xun Qingqing he knew was confident and a bit haughty, but just enough to be likable.
Yet, disfigurement had crushed even that bit of pride.
Noticing she was holding onto a corner of his sleeve, he then realized she had grabbed it earlier and hadn't let go since.
At this moment, the General Residence was brightly lit.
Chu Zhao rushed back to the Capital overnight, galloping straight to the General Residence.
