These three days, Han Litong had not entered the underground palace.
She had been thinking, thinking about the life she had been living all these years, thinking about the liking she had always taken for granted—whether it was truly liking, whether she had truly fallen in love with Fengxi, or perhaps, whether what she felt for him was more guilt than anything else.
She discovered, to her own surprise, that she really did not know.
She had thought that after he left, she had finally fallen in love with him, that she cared for him even more deeply, more intensely than she had ever loved that person back then. She had thought it was like that.
Yet all these years, in her life, he was still absent.
She could not help asking herself what on earth she had been doing.
