Before she passed out, all she could remember was his face, completely apathetic.
When she woke up, Liang Wan saw the familiar bed canopy. Before she could process her surroundings, a breathtakingly beautiful face leaned into her field of vision.
She froze for a second. The memories of the Imperial Prison suddenly flooded back. Shoving him away, she huddled into the corner of the bed, clutching the quilt tightly around herself.
"Stay away from me!"
Whether out of fear or grievance, a heavy, suffocating feeling clogged her chest. She kept her head down, unable to stop the tears from streaming.
Liang Wan wiped her tears. How could she have forgotten? This was exactly who Lu Xiu was—an Immortal on the outside, a devil on the inside.
Lu Xiu didn't get angry, nor did he try to approach her again. He simply sat on the edge of the bed, watching her in silence.
Eyes red, she glared at him fiercely. "You just wanted me to see her fate on purpose, didn't you?"
Lu Xiu didn't deny it.
