The empress stayed in the main hall, her mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. The gentle and graceful man rarely occupied her mind over the past few years, but ever since she met Lin Haihai, she’d been seeing his adoring eyes quietly staring at her in her dreams. It’d been years since she last received news about him. She might never get to see him again in her lifetime!

Back in the emperor’s bedchamber, Yang Shaolun gently stroked the dried blood on Lin Haihai’s neck with a finger. She had torn away the gauze once the bleeding stopped, revealing the red angry cut. Trembling, he stared at her with obvious pain in his eyes, his voice almost careful when he asked, “Does it hurt?”

Lin Haihai shook her head, her hands finding their way to his handsome sculpted face and gliding through his thick and ink-black eyebrows. The man was as passionate as fire and as gentle as water. He pulled at her heartstring like the most beautiful poem, and was the perfect man she had envisioned for herself in her past life. Alas, they had met at the wrong time, and they were forced to part ways. Their paths would never cross again!

“Why did you tell me you like spicy food if you can’t have any?” Lin Haihai’s lilting voice reprimanded shyly. She poked him on the forehead with leering eyes, portraying the image of a volatile tigress. Yang Shaolun smiled faintly and placed her delicate hand on his own waist...