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The autumn wind was bleak, and yellow leaves covered the ground.

On the bed lay a thin, lifeless woman.

"Sister!"

Fiona Fu, dressed in a splendid Nine Phoenix palace attire, walked in, her brightness contrasting starkly with the dilapidated courtyard: "Your maid, Rainbow, accused me of seizing the Shen familys estate and stealing your identity—didnt you willingly give the Shen familys assets to me? The identity of the only daughter of the Battle王府, didnt you disdain it and beg me to take it on?"

"Her nonsense is really annoying; how could it ruin our sisterly relationship? So, I had her tongue cut out and her limbs chopped off and fed to the dogs."

Serena Shen, lying on the bed, wished she could bite her flesh and drink her blood, "You wicked—cough—"

"Sister," Fiona Fu cooed gently, sitting by Serenas bedside, "Do you want to see that person?"

Serena glared at her with intense hatred.

Fiona chuckled softly, "Hes in the Great Brightness Palace, just a cup of teas journey away, sister, do you want to go see him?"

Serena stared at her, finally, her voice hoarse: "Is... he alive?"

"Of course," Fiona giggled, "Hes alive, and Ill take you to see him now."

Fiona gently raised her hand, ordering someone to drag Serena out.

Serena, whose heart was as still as death, no longer cared about the excruciating pain as her legs scraped against the ground.

She just wanted to see that person, even if, even if it was the last time.

...

The heavy palace door let out an ear-piercing creak as sunlight poured in through the open door.

The entire hall was empty, with the curtains swaying with the autumn wind.

Bang.

Serena was thrown into the hall.

She struggled to look up and saw a man in plain clothes kneeling behind the central bookcase.

Long-term confinement had robbed him of his former splendor.

Serena clenched her teeth, using all her strength to drag her sickly body, finally reaching him.

"Charles Mu—" she barely managed to say, grasping his wrist.

As she clearly felt the crisscrossing scars on Charles Mus wrist, memories flashed before her eyes, and she choked out: "I was wrong... I... Im sorry..."

Back then, she was poisoned and needed the stamen of the Flame Lotus for the cure, but the Flame Lotus was difficult to cultivate, requiring human blood to water it.

He had watered the Flame Lotus with his own blood every half month, day in and day out for years, finally curing her of the strange poison.

He had always held her in the palm of his hand, always doting on her, protecting her, loving her.

But she, blinded, couldnt see clearly; her heart had already fallen, yet she kept running away from him, hurting him.

If it werent for her, he would still be the pillar of Qian Kingdom and wouldnt have ended up like this.

"You were wrong?" Charles Mu murmured, finally opening his eyes to look at her, "Serena Shen, I told you long ago, whatever you want, I can give you—you want my life, I can give it."

"You want the thousands of miles of Qian Kingdoms rivers and mountains, I can give that too."

"But why did you have to touch Howard?! Hes the only bloodline left by my brother! Hes the last family I have in this world, and hes just a ten-year-old child who treated you so well. How could you bear to do such a thing?"

"I didnt!" Serena kept shaking her head, tears streaming down her face: "It wasnt me!"

Charles Mu looked at her deeply, his eyes as lifeless as still water, clearly not believing her.

"To leave me, to revenge me, what couldnt you do?" He slowly closed his eyes, "Youre not wrong, I was wrong. I thought, if Im sincere, even a stone can be moved, as long as I have a heart full of passion, I can warm your heart."

"But your heart is not cold ice, its a stone..."

"A stone that cant be warmed—" Charles Mus lips curled into a bitter smile, with bright red blood oozing from the corners of his lips.

Then, his nostrils, eyes, and ears all began to bleed.

"Charles Mu!" Serena sobbed, "Dont... dont die—"

She lunged forward, her trembling hands wiping the blood from his face, as if by cleaning the blood, this person would be fine.

She didnt dare to cry, as if by not crying, nothing had happened.

The person in front of her would lift his eyes in the next moment, looking at her with his always fierce eyes, gently and ingratiatingly saying: "Serena, pay attention to me."

Serena knelt there in a daze, her heart a mess.

She vaguely remembered the Shen family, her grandfather, the man who had been entangled with her for years, and the years of sisterly affection with the woman behind her.

She felt her life had been so ridiculous.

Blood surged up her throat, and the poison in her body took effect.

She struggled to lean towards Charles Mu: "You... slow down, wait for me..."

"Death in the same grave, what a romantic thing, how could I let my sister have her wish?" Fiona laughed triumphantly, "Drag her away."

Serena watched as the person got farther and farther away from her, sobbing and cursing: "If theres an afterlife, I will... I will crush you into dust!"

...

In March, the night wind was warm.

On the bed in the Rivertown mansion, a girl in green lay.

The girls face was flushed, constantly pulling at her clothes, murmuring "hot."

A man in black with a high crown sat by the bed, the pleasant cold fragrance on him attracting the girl to keep getting closer.

"Serena Shen." The man murmured, a low call that seemed to contain a lot of suppressed emotions.

"Hmm?" Serena responded in a hoarse voice, her fair and beautiful hand reaching for the mans collar, her voice so charming it could drip water.

Vaguely, she felt herself being picked up.

A moment later—

Splash!

The sudden cold water entering her mouth and nose made Serena cough violently. She struggled to emerge from the water, instinctively grabbing someones wide sleeve.

The wide sleeve was embroidered with dark gold lines of auspicious clouds, and on one side of the wide sleeve was a belt, with a rare Kunshan yellow jade in the middle of the belt, exquisitely carved with a dragon.

This was...

Serenas gaze very slowly followed the dragon up, and when she saw that cold and familiar face, she almost forgot to breathe.

"Charles—" Serena blurted out.

Charles Mus pupils contracted: "What did you say?"

Serena stared at him, not noticing the shock in the mans eyes at all. She thought this was just a dying glow, just an illusion.

Splash.

Serena rose from the water, tightly hugging the mans waist, tears of excitement in her eyes.

Charles Mu froze there, his eyes faintly revealing disbelief, but soon he regained his senses, slowly but firmly grasping Serenas shoulders and pushing her away: "Presumptuous!"