It was drizzling that day, and the sky was as gloomy as a lead weight pressing down on my heart.
I stood on the steps before the Xuanzheng Hall, watching the carriage carrying Qing Xuan stop at my feet.
He lifted the curtain and climbed down. The shackles around his wrists stood out starkly against his pale blue robes. He stopped beside the carriage and raised his head to look at me.
This was the reunion I had imagined countless times, but I had never expected him to look at me like that.
Anger, hatred, and contempt.
There was none of the affection or warmth I had hoped for.
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