That blindfold was something she had deliberately put over his eyes back then, afraid to see the cold, cruel look in them.
Seeing the old item, Ji Qingwu's raven-black eyelashes trembled.
She still held on to a sliver of hope, asking, "Haven't we already settled this score?"
Zhao Mingyan chuckled softly behind her ear. "When did we ever settle it?"
Faced with the memory of how she had forced herself on him all those years ago, Ji Qingwu felt a pang of guilt, and her words came out haltingly.
"Th-th-that time in Zhaoyang Hall."
Zhao Mingyan mused, "That could, at best, be considered the interest. This time, I'm collecting the principal and the interest."
'What interest and principal?'
Ji Qingwu knew perfectly well he couldn't have just conjured these two items out of thin air.
'He must have had this planned for a while.'
'But why did he keep these old things from years ago? What was going through his mind back then?'
