43 A Devoted Woman, Poison and Smoke

Countless heroes in this world, yet they are nothing in my eyes. I dream of nothing and nobody else in the bedchamber, for my love belongs to a single person. All the other spaces my heart has been scorched by this devastating flame!

This was an excerpt from a poem Yun Zuaiyue had written but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined it coming from Yun Yang’s mouth. This was impossible!

Shaking his head at Yun Zuiyue’s question, Yun Yang sighed slowly and said, “I’m sorry, but I simply can’t tell you who I am.”

Yun Zuiyue’s soul seemed to depart her body as she slowly let go of Yun Yang’s robe and took a few steps back before she collapsed onto the floor despondently, her beautiful eyes losing their luster.