Su An'an's mind was suddenly pulled back to a morning from many years ago.
The rising sun had just appeared, dyeing the golden roofs of the Imperial Palace a brilliant orange-red.
As a young child, she had been led by the hand by Anna Feng, standing on the highest terrace of the Imperial Palace, overlooking the entire awakening Imperial City.
"Anan, look."
Anna Feng pointed to the red sun on the horizon, her black-veined, gold-threaded butterfly wings trembling slightly in the morning light:
"The future of the Empire is ours to protect."
She knelt down, meeting her younger sister's eyes:
"But not by one person alone, but by all the people of the Empire."
Back then, Anna Feng, despite her glorious military achievements, was as gentle as water—the brightest star in the Empire.
Later, she met Hong Chengtian, eloped for love, and fell into the abyss.
Now, Anna Feng's eyes once again held that same light from all those years ago.
"Anan, do you really trust her?"
