The gap in the sky is like a scar that will never heal. Dark purple clouds that are too thick to melt are billowing behind the gap. Occasionally, tiny golden light spots leak from the gap and fall on the gilded dome of the imperial capital, but there is a heart-stopping chill in it. Lu Shiyan stood on the highest observatory in the palace, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the plain wedding ring on his ring finger that had long been frayed. This was the bargain he took casually from the attendant's tray at that ridiculous wedding, but now it has become his only connection with his past emotions.
