Aunt Xiang stared at the sunflower outside the prison gate, lost in hesitation.
She hadn't forgotten that during the War of the Ten High Nobles, she had been killed once by someone named "Kong Yuhen."
If not for The Divine, she might have reincarnated many years ago.
"Is it him?"
But the Kong Yuhen on the Ten High Nobles and the Kong Yuhen in front of her, Aunt Xiang couldn't quite recall if they were the same face.
Looked a bit flowery.
Unchanged was the scent.
That bewildering scent that seemed to lead one astray, threatening to vanish with the wind, was unforgettable, Aunt Xiang couldn't forget it.
Because she had been killed by that "scent," the fear of life and death was etched in her memory, and Xiang Yaoyao would never forget the three words "Kong Yuhen."
"Sister Xiang, eat this seed."
"Thus, the grudges between you and him will be written off, how about it?"
Outside, the sunflower repeated once again, holding a black seed in his hand, freshly plucked from his face.
