Zhao Yingning's voice was somewhat shaky when she first started telling the story, but as she continued, it gradually became much smoother. After finishing the story completely, Zhao Yingning's forehead rested against the floor, and she did not speak again, silently waiting for the outcome.
Su Heng's eyes narrowed.
His strong, powerful fingers gently tapped the armrest of the bronze throne, creating a rhythmic sound.
After a while, the sound disappeared. In the silence, Su Heng spoke, "A decent story, albeit a bit clichéd, but it has collected a lot of useful information for me."
"Tell me, what is the purpose of your long journey to find me?"
"Huh..." Zhao Yingning let out a long sigh.
Su Heng's deep, resonant voice was like music from heaven; her tense muscles relaxed at once, softening like flowing water. Sweat seeped from Zhao Yingning's forehead, running down her skin, her eyes a bit hazy, but she did not reach up to wipe it away.
