A different era

Shangguan Shaoheng shouted, but no one heard his name.

His shout was like a gust of wind in the old house, dissipating in an instant.

A gust of wind blew, and Shangguan Shaoheng appeared in front of Shui Xuan 'er, who was in the ancient costume. He saw Shui Xuan' er go back dejectedly after hearing the Guard's report.

Looking at Shui Xuan 'er's figure, Shangguan Shaoheng's heart ached as if it was being torn apart.

He knew that this was Xuan 'er, his Xuan' er.

He hated that he could not kill that young master Shangguan. Although he knew that it was him, the him from ancient times, he was still furious.

Shangguan Shaoheng wished he could step forward and take Shui Xuan 'er into his arms, taking good care of her.

His heart ached, and it ached for Shui Xuan 'er.

How could he bear to make Shui Xuan 'er sad?

Just by looking at Shui Xuan 'er's back, he felt as if his heart was being pierced by a needle, and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.