Night fell.
The wind swept over the wall, its howl like surging waves, crashing against the windowpanes.
In the main hall, when she mentioned her good husband, Gu Lanyin was remarkably calm.
A thin layer of light fell on the young man's thick eyelashes, masking the darkness in his eyes. The bruises on his pale face had not yet fully healed.
He had set aside all pretense, tied up here, with just a wall separating him from another man.
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