If Liu Fuxiang, in her best years, had lost her virtue to the drunken Marquis of Wuwei and hung herself to death, perhaps Su Zizhan would later meet Hua Yan, but in his heart, he would always remember her fondly.
The time of youth is when one most easily remembers the beautiful things, and, of course, the unpleasant ones are doubly memorable.
Now, looking at her, Su Zizhan had seen too many dead in these five years, since the day he took Blackwater Stronghold, the number of people he had personally killed or ordered killed was countless.
So, when Liu Fuxiang committed suicide before him, it was hard for him to feel much emotion.
Liu Fuxiang opened her mouth wanting to say something, but her voice was indistinct. She struggled to reach for Su Zizhan, and seeing his expressionless face, tears fell as she gave up hope and closed her mouth.