Luo Xiu suddenly found herself unable to suppress a surge of confusion in her mind.
Is this him... is this still him? Is this still the Zhao Gongzi she remembers?
Or perhaps, the one she was willing to sacrifice and help was that elegant, charismatic, and interesting Zhao Gongzi from before, rather than the disfigured, neither human nor ghost Zhao Gongzi in front of her now.
They seem to be the same person, yet sometimes, for a woman, the difference is significant.
For instance... do you love his physical appearance, or are you completely captivated by his fascinating soul?
The handkerchief slipped from the woman's trembling fingertips.
It fell onto Zhao Rong's face.
For a moment, it covered that unbearable face.
