Xiang Anwan's face bore an endless smile as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her face. She did not cry, instead, she began to laugh, her voice was as gentle as water, far from the ferocity just moments ago, "Prince, I will come to keep you company soon, do not be afraid."
Tears slipped down the corner of King of Huainan's eye: "…That year when the flowers bloomed, beneath the peach blossom tree, you were more exquisite than the flowers, obscuring the eyes of that rustic youth…"
A slap rang out.
The hand fell.
The King of Huainan had completely stopped breathing.
Xiang Anwan cried and laughed, laughed and cried, a mist clouded before her eyes.
It was as if she could still see the first meeting back then.
She gently laid down the King of Huainan, bowed three times towards the outside of the great hall.
Then she looked at Chu Heng: "Lord Chu, I really envy you."
