Shen Tang finished looking through these memories, tears already streaming down her face. It turned out Jia Lan had died to save her.
If she hadn't left the Divine Hall that day, if she hadn't been caught in a trap and captured, would all of this never have happened?
Her face was pale, her eyes red, her heart submerged in deep self-blame and pain.
Yet at the same time, she vaguely felt that what happened that day carried an unexplainable strangeness, as if an invisible hand was guiding everything from the shadows.
Those seemingly coincidental events felt like predetermined paths.
In the vast hall, Liu Ye confined her on the throne, his long powerful arm tightly gripping her waist, while his other hand pinched her sharp, pale chin.
His deep blue eyes held a teasing mockery, "See clearly? It was he who willingly gave me his body, I didn't forcibly take it."
"He willingly went to his death and can never return."
