Eight years.
She had loved that man for a full eight years!
For the first three years, her love was ignorant, pure, and absurd; for the following five, it was restrained, convoluted, and painful.
This was the love between her and Mo Shang, entwined in torment for eight years.
Perhaps, in the years to come, she would still be deeply in love with this man who brought her both love and hatred.
Only, when she told him she had "aborted" their child, and with that action, mercilessly plunged the knife into his heart, she knew, the story between her and him had come to an end...
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"Princess, wake up, wake up," the maid gently shook Helian Yueyin.
Helian Yueyin's forehead was drenched in sweat as she finally awoke from the nightmare.
She gasped for air, looking at her trembling hands.
In the dream, the hand holding the knife was covered in Mo Shang's blood.
