As she was thinking of this, Zhao Lian Yun suddenly heard a sound coming from the darkness.
This sound was calling out her name: "Zhao Lian Yun… Zhao Lian Yun…"
"Who?"
"Who is calling for me? I hear my name."
"Why do I feel that this voice is so familiar?"
"Ah, I remember, isn't this my voice before I lost it?"
Zhao Lian Yun suddenly recalled a scene of the past.
It was during the time of the Imperial Court contest, Zhao Lian Yun's father had died and she was treated as a political chip for an arranged marriage. However, she went against this fate by relying on Ma Hong Yun. In just a short while, she had turned from a wealthy young miss to an orphan.
One day, Ma Hong Yun brought her to a valley.
"Look, I found a good place for you!" Ma Hong Yun looked pleased.