"Yes, my lord." Although the shadow was standing behind Nangong ruxiao, he seemed to have seen the change in Nangong ruxiao's gaze. His body was covered in cold sweat as he respectfully said.
In front of his eyes, you 'er's unwillingness and despair before her death seemed to appear again. She had only talked and laughed with the descendants of the aristocratic families that had been close to her for a few generations, and she had been killed. She did not understand and was not willing to accept it. Why was her lover, who was so devoted to her and did not hesitate to become enemies with the world for her, so cruel that he did not even give her a chance to explain?