Aiden Feng turned his head in surprise, and a graceful figure came into his sight.
She was wearing white clothes and a blue belt, sitting elegantly in a small pavilion in the corner, with her slender arms placed on the stone table and her palms loosely supporting her delicate and slightly rosy cheeks, creating a picture of a beautiful woman gazing into the distance, which was an exquisite work of art.
It turned out to be Lu Dan.
Facing those clear yet bottomless eyes, Aiden Feng felt that Lu Dan had seen through most of his thoughts, and he bowed to him awkwardly: "Isn't the Imperial Master resting?"
Lu Dan made a graceful gesture and asked Aiden Feng to sit on another stone chair beside him. He didn't rush to talk, but stared at Aiden Feng deeply. After a long time, he smiled bitterly and asked softly: "If King Ming was in my situation, would he be able to rest in peace?"
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