“Betray Me, and your fate... is death!”
He grips her by the throat, his eyes cold and gleaming, his voice utterly calm.
He is the cold, merciless ruler of Nanjiang, yet he is willing to lavish all his love on her alone.
She laughs bitterly. “You don't trust me!” Beneath the red silk canopy, he makes a tender promise to spend a lifetime by her side, devoted to one another. He forgets only that he is an emperor.
When she sees him holding her own younger sister in his arms, flaunting their affection without restraint right in front of her, she finally understands... that both love and family have betrayed her.
What lies between them is nothing but a fleeting illusion, beautiful as flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon in water.
Dear author, please come on and update as soon as possible. We must not let the heroine forgive Mo Qianao. Author, is this the end? Or are you busy lately?