C177 Wet Water Blooms in a Thousand Blooms(42)

Yet this man, who seemed to be a cold-blooded and merciless killer, was now carefully holding the hand of the woman beside him, whose softness could not be concealed by her phoenix gown. The two of them were polar opposites, one like the sun, the other like the night, yet there was an unspeakable harmony between them.

Every time the emperor looked down at the honeysuckle