"After all, the face you wear now belongs to A Feng."
The cool, emotionless voice shattered the faint fantasies Mo Ge had just begun to entertain.
She had, in truth, always been nothing more than a substitute.
Just as expected, in his heart...
She had never been the most important one...
(I have no talent for writing blurbs. The idea came from daydreaming about the love-hate relationship between an emperor and a red-clad female ghost while watching palace dramas.)
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