Xiao Cheng took the letter, and slowly sat down.
The dazzling light shone on his handsome and ethereal face, which gradually turned to ice.
Feng Yun's handwriting was delicate and graceful, identical to what he had seen before, soft and charming, yet extremely fluid, like a black butterfly dancing across the paper; just looking at the writing felt as if she was standing before him, her beautiful eyes glancing sideways, her cheeks slightly flushed—a natural beauty that not even the most skilled painter could capture…
However…
At this moment, such writing was like a sharp arrow.
Each word seemed to be pressing against Xiao Cheng's throat.
"In this life, my lord, I am fated not to be with you. I leave my sister Xiu Si to be by your side, as an expression of my heart."
It went on to say, "My sister deserves pity, for though she is a daughter of the Feng Family, she has become a servant. I hope you will show her compassion and fulfill the desire of my heart."