An Ning reached out.
Her fingers touched Gu Xingchuan's cold cheek.
Gu Xingchuan lowered his eyes.
Unprepared, a tear fell onto An Ning's finger.
It seemed there was still warmth.
"I'm sorry," An Ning apologized.
I'm sorry.
This is her only regret towards him in this lifetime.
The letters she passed did not save his name; instead, they left him utterly battered, disgraced.
Gu Xingchuan shook his head.
Silently shook his head…
At that moment, he felt a cool pair of lips pressed against his cheek.
Gu Xingchuan pressed his lips together.
His whole body was tense.
Heartache unbearable.
An Ning should not kiss him.
The etiquette should not…
His eyes shifted slightly.
Seeing afar, at the end of the prison, a black and yellow figure, standing tall, looking down upon the earth.
He could stand at the highest place, possess the greatest power.
But he cannot have her.
