Gan Tangwei wiped away her tears, turned to Shen Yinning, and solemnly knelt before her.
Shen Yinning realized something was amiss and had just taken a step forward when Gan Tangwei drew a dagger and decisively slit her own throat.
Blood instantly drenched her dress, resembling the most passionate dahlia of Yan Country.
A maiden's fiery resolve, unto death.
Everyone present was stunned.
Gan Tangwei clung to Yan Zheming's chest, her fingers lightly brushing the corner of his lips and his jaw, as her breath gradually faded away.
The night deepened.
On the carriage ride back, Shen Yinning huddled against the wide outer robe, sitting quietly in the carriage and gazing absentmindedly out the window.
Lu Ying sat by her side: "Still thinking about Gan Tangwei?"
Shen Yinning remained silent.
