"Your Majesty..."
Chonghuang couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, and his ears were filled with bewitching and low and ethereal female voices, one voice drowning out the other.
Who? ! Who is there?
Chonghuang opened his mouth wide but could not make any sound. The vague but powerful sound struck Zhonghuang's heart over and over again.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
The voice went from low and ethereal to clearer and clearer. In the blur in front of his eyes, Chonghuang saw a hand calling his slender and beautiful hand. The nails were full and round, and the purple juice made the hand whiter.
For the first time, Chonghuang knew that purple could be so beautiful. She had never seen anyone apply purple juice on their hands, but she felt that these hands were not unfamiliar, and there seemed to be a... Familiar feeling.
"Your Majesty, my dear Majesty..."