All along, Moran and Yang Fei had been a pair of bickering lovers.
Yang Fei, deeply influenced by Wang Xiaoshi, had a flamboyant and lively personality, fond of flirting with beautiful women.
Moran, however, was a mature and graceful woman; even she hadn't expected that this scoundrel would stir her heartstrings.
When news came of Yang Fei's death in battle in the Sunset Mountain Range, Moran was heartbroken in secret, her longing turning to ashes.
Now, suddenly seeing Yang Fei, her emotions overwhelmed her, and she instantly showed her true feelings.
Yang Fei looked at Moran's haggard face, her eyes sunken in, which only made her eyes appear even larger, exhibiting an unusual beauty.
Yang Fei's heart ached, and he grabbed Moran's hand, speaking viciously.
"Lilith dares to bully you; we must settle this account with her."
"Once I find her, whether it's hanging her up, whipping, or dripping wax; it's up to you to decide."
