Under the bright candlelight, the woman's visage was as delicate as a painting, her eyes as bright as stars, her nose straight, and her lips red and lustrous, as clear as autumn waters and as vibrant as spring flowers.
Her hair was black and glossy, soft and flowing, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall...
How could there be a woman so charming and gentle?
The man's hand gently lifted and fell upon the woman's hair.
"Haven't you brought so many skilled guards with you? Whoever dares to look, just beat them until they dare not look again..." The woman, who had been chattering away, suddenly felt the man's hand in her hair and immediately closed her mouth, nervously asking, "What... what are you trying to do?"
"Xiangning, be obedient..."
Zuo Xiangning's eyes suddenly widened in shock as she looked at the man in front of her whose voice had turned clear and gentle, her face filled with horror.
That same voice had spoken to her on the day her arm was injured!
