The Crown Prince of Jiangcheng, He Zhiyao, had a canary at home. As time passed, he surprisingly developed some deep fondness for it. Just when he thought he would keep it for life, his canary flew away.
Xu Ji handed Qin Shuang a tissue, "Scared?"
Qin Shuang nodded.
She had encountered many inexplicable malices from her childhood, but He Linze's kind had still managed to send shivers down her spine.
