Zhou Junlin entered the city in secret. Everything had been arranged in advance, so no one gave him any trouble.
Song Lianhe had felt a little awkward sharing a horse with him earlier, but fueled by a simmering rage and resentment, who had time to worry about such trivial details?
Zhou Junlin had been silently observing the woman in his arms.
There was no denying the woman was stunningly beautiful and alluring. Her foxy eyes, in particular, could steal a man's soul with a single, inadvertent glance.
But who was Zhou Junlin? He lived within high walls and had seen countless beauties. This woman, however gorgeous, was not enough to capture his heart at first sight. Besides, his heart belonged to Xilan alone.
He and Song Xilan shared what felt like a destined connection. From the first moment he saw her, he knew in his heart that she was the one.
