Only then did Chu Qingqing finally realize she had been deceived by Hua Feiyu. But for her, this awakening came too late...
"Hua Feiyu."
Hate festered in her heart. 'If Hua Feiyu hadn't lied to me, my relationship with Ning Jiang wouldn't have reached this point.'
"Qingqing."
Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the bamboo forest.
Looking over, she saw two figures walk in. One of them was Hua Feiyu, but he was walking behind a young man in silver robes.
The silver-robed youth wore a silver coronet. He had a tall, powerful build, a face as handsome as carved jade, and eyes like cold stars. His eyebrows slanted upward toward his temples like a Flood Dragon soaring into the sky, giving him a commanding, imposing air tinged with a faint Evil Qi.
"Meng Zihao, what are you doing here?"
