Ling Muye watched as Sheng Qianxia's lips parted and closed, and for a moment, he felt as though he had lost his hearing.
It took a long time before he finally heard what she actually said—
Her words seemed to scatter, floating in the air, striking his heart one by one with what felt like the weight of thousands of pounds, crushingly oppressive as they ground into his being.
He felt shattered, his pieces scattered across the tunnels of time and space. Emptiness filled with profound and enduring regret, yet powerless to turn back.
It turned out that this entire series of unfortunate misunderstandings was his own doing!
He had even said then, to have her become his concubine.
He was so high and mighty, inflicting cruel injuries on her, yet unaware that she would never belong to him again.
Ling Muye was shaken with grief, unable to accept this cruel truth.
