Sheng Qianxia had also forgotten how she had fled back to the castle.
Why does Ou Yimo have a face that looks a bit like her own…? It should be said, a face very similar to her own at eighteen…
Could it be that she was just a substitute?!
Sheng Qianxia stared wide-eyed in shock...
So, Ou Yimo was probably the woman he wanted, the one who could bear his children, right?
So when she returned, could they continue together and just discard her? Was that it?
Her father was right, what was she after all? She had foolishly fancied that she could be with him forever.
This journey, it was never anything more than a landscape he passed by.
Merely passing by.
And she thought, just for her, he would stop.
Too many unbearable images swirled in Sheng Qianxia's mind, she trembled, yet found that she couldn't even cry.
Perhaps it was because the pain was too intense, it reached a state where she just couldn't cry anymore.
