The gentle breeze blew softly, carrying with it a touch of warmth.
Cui Yun gazed at her deeply, the weariness in his eyes was plain to see, yet his mind was exceptionally clear.
Shen Hua was supposed to be radiant and unrestrained, but the woman before him concealed a fragility and caution. She ought to be cherished to the utmost, yet it was he who had brought her this undue grievance.
It was as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.
It turned out that what he had done was far from enough.
In the political arena, he was a mastermind, but in matters of love, Cui Yun at his most prudent was still but a greenhorn.
With Xue Tuan, though he indulged it, when Xue Tuan misbehaved, punishment was still meted out. One could say he was cold and ruthless.
Every time Xue Tuan threw a tantrum, a flick of his hand would teach it the cruel realities of the human world.
But Shen Hua was different.
She was once lost, but having regained her, she became the constant focus of his thoughts.
