Back then, he hid behind the scenes and never needed to show himself, only catching a glimpse of her from a distance once. But her aura was so distinctive that if he could see her again, he was certain he would recognize her.
Just as he was about to lower the curtain, a glimpse of the carriage behind him from the corner of his eye felt off.
Although there were other carriages on the road at this time, he just intuitively felt that something about that carriage wasn't right.
These days, he always felt like someone was following him. No matter where he went, it seemed like a pair of eyes was constantly watching him, putting him on edge and filling him with a sense of crisis.
But when he meticulously searched, he couldn't find anything. He even sent people to secretly follow him and look for those watchful eyes, but up to this day, they found nothing. In the end, he could only attribute it to the stress he'd been under recently, making him suspicious of everything.
