Song Ciwan felt as if she had traveled through time and space once again.
Her consciousness drifted, and her perspective seemed to follow that of the Second Young Master, her gaze first falling upon a pair of jade-white feet.
They were truly a pair of perfectly proportioned, exquisitely shaped bare feet, as if sculpted and polished by the hands of a divine artisan.
The Second Young Master had suffered immense pain, but in this moment, as his eyes rested on those jade-like feet, he couldn't help but feel an infinite sense of fascination.
Those perfect feet landed lightly on a scarlet carpet. Then, looking down from above, one of them extended and gently lifted the Second Young Master's chin.
"You poor little thing..."
A lazy, gentle voice, as if dredged up from a spring stream, rang out. The woman's tone was languid, yet tinged with a soft sneer and a smile. "You poor little thing. Look at this miserable state. It's almost too much to bear."
