"Sang Li, your heart is beating so noisily." Xiao Yunjing's fingertips touched my wrist, and her snow-white sleeves fell down the bed, like a gentle strangulation.
I stared at the dragon pattern secretly embroidered on his collar, and the sharp pain from my previous life suddenly exploded from my bones. Three days later, this hand would hold a dagger and cut open my chest, taking away the love poison and feeding it to the mother-child poison on the apex of his heart. At this moment, the shadow cast by his eyelashes was as pious as a prayer. Who would have thought that these loving eyes had coldly watched me bleed to death.
