Nangong Xingchen once again thought of that heart-wrenching scene from the past.
It had been a very long time since she last thought of the deposed crown prince of Xizhao Nation, Yu Yiming.
She believed that with the passage of time, Yu Yiming would gradually blur and that one day, Nangong Xingchen would cease to remember him.
Yu Yiming would ultimately become an unfamiliar symbol, an unimportant name, or even a name that she would no longer recall, a figure once familiar but weathered by time.
However, what Nangong Xingchen never imagined nor dared to think was that her Yu Yiming had long returned to her side, she just hadn't recognized him.
Thinking of this, Nangong Xingchen felt her insides begin to churn once more.
The scene of Yu Yiming's tragic death reappeared before her, the sky covered in a mist of blood, and the man whose lips still smiled faintly even in death.
The man whose gaze remained fixed on her even in death, just departed like that.
