C751 That night

What Zhao Mingzhe touched was not the scar on Dan Yuchen's face.

Instead, she could faintly feel the bite marks on Dan Yuchen's palm.

At that moment, Zhao Mingzhe suddenly remembered Ouyang Yao.

Wearing a phoenix coronet and ceremonial gown, with a sword in his heart, Ouyang Yao stood beside Zhao Mingzhe as if he was a warrior. Blood freely flowed from the corner of his mouth