"Look closely before you say another word."
Her voice was soft, her gaze deep and mysterious.
Lu Luo didn't look at the feather. He only smelled the familiar scent, and his heart sank.
'This scent…'
This was the scent on the keepsake from Heng Cuo's father.
That keepsake was sealed away in the Peacock Clan's most secret coffer.
She personally guarded it, never showing it to anyone.
Much less give it away so easily.
Yet now, this very feather had appeared in the hands of the female beast before him.
This meant she had reached the deepest part of Heng Cuo's heart.
"Alright."
Lu Luo took a deep breath, knowing he could no longer hide it.
"Then I'll tell you the story behind this face… In all these years, I've never mentioned it to anyone, but now… perhaps it's time to speak of it."
