It was raining lightly that day, and the sky was as gloomy as lead, weighing heavily on my heart.
I stood on the steps in front of Xuanzheng Palace and watched the carriage carrying Qingxuan stop at my feet.
He opened the door curtain and got out of the car. The shackles on his hands looked particularly abrupt against the blue and white clothes he was wearing. He stood next to the carriage and raised his head to look at me.
This was a reunion scene I had fantasized about countless times, but I never expected him to look at me like that.
Anger, hatred, and contempt.
Only there was no pampering and smile that I expected.
Conception: