Zhuge Liufeng woke up leisurely.
In his mind were Ouyang Hongbo's repeated accusations, blaming himself for hurting his beloved concubine. Each word turned into a sharp knife cutting into his heart.
He didn't distinguish the baseless accusations made by that bitch, but he punished himself for these inexplicable crimes. His heart ached so much that it couldn't be more painful. The gentle words he once said turned out to be lies, but he believed them to be true and laughed at his own stupidity and naivety, but nothing could be undone.