Aunt Zhao's face darkened. According to the Owner's words, did her good intentions inadvertently lead to a bad outcome? "Yes, I don't understand. I don't understand, Owner, why even though you already have Mr. Gao, you are still so obsessively possessed by this person with Phoenix Blood? Could it be because of that cinnabar mole like Pei Yu's on his forehead—that's why you took a fancy to him? You have wealth and looks, what man can't you have? The men in this world are all at your disposal, yet you specifically chose him. Why, for heaven's sake!?"
He Su looked toward the man lying unconscious on the bed, whose cheeks had grown much thinner since he could only drink a liquid diet over these past days.
He Su forcefully closed her eyes.
"Remember, it's not that he is like Pei Yu; it's that Pei Yu is like him!"
If it weren't for Pei Yu having once painted a cinnabar mole and impersonated him, would all that followed between them have ever happened?
He Su suddenly felt very tired.
