Su Mingxuan stood there for a long time before finally pushing himself upright. His heart was still restless, but now it carried something new, maybe hope, fragile yet undeniable.
"Come," Lan Shun's voice echoed from ahead, steady and grounding.
Su Mingxuan quickly followed, forcing his steps forward despite the storm still raging within his chest.
The deeper they walked into the core of Dragon Beast City, the more imposing everything became.
"This is the City Lord's Hall," Lan Shun said calmly, his tone carrying quiet respect.
Su Mingxuan swallowed hard.
City Lord…
And that man was… her third husband.
A strange feeling rose in his chest...uneasy, bitter, and painfully complicated. Before he could think further, the massive doors slowly creaked open.
Inside, the hall was vast and cold, its emptiness amplifying every sound.
