The King entered the room, and Xiaoman immediately closed the door, extinguishing the lamp in the outer room as well.
Pei Mansion's Deep Courtyard was engulfed in the dark night.
By the window, the silver moon cast a halo of light, making the whole room enchantingly beautiful.
In the interplay of light and shadow, figures intertwined, blurring into a dreamy haze…
Feng Yun was not fully conscious and did not clearly hear what Pei Jue said.
Faintly, two words reached her ears—child.
Child.
Her child.
Emotions seemed to ripple in an endless void, a sense of loss surging through her limbs, a vast emptiness that made her feel as if she was on the brink of an abyss.
Having nothing, a blank slate, she desperately wanted to fill it with something…
She trembled as she opened her eyes, her throat choking up.
"Child, my child…"
The robe lightly slipped off.
Pei Jue reached out and removed the White Jade Hairpin from her hair.
"It will happen."
