"Your Holiness, did you need something from me?"
Inside the Pope's Palace, Dai Yao looked up at the stunningly beautiful Bibi Dong seated high upon the Imperial Throne and spoke calmly.
But in Bibi Dong's heart, stormy waves were surging.
Dai Yao's eyes, as if they knew every truth in the world, were like a deep, dark pool, drawing her gaze in. Her heart seemed to carry her back to her girlhood.
He looked so much like an old acquaintance of hers.
She abruptly rose to her feet, her teeth lightly biting down as she stared fixedly at Dai Yao. Yu Xiaogang's figure, diligently studying theory because of his own talent, seemed to flicker in and out upon Dai Yao. After a long while, she lightly pressed her red lips together and murmured in a daze, "You are not him..."
Although Dai Yao had left a deep impression in Bibi Dong's heart, occupying an important place there and even showing signs of standing on equal footing with Yu Xiaogang, she had not easily forgotten Yu Xiaogang after all these years, so how could she forget him because of half a year spent with Dai Yao? Yet her feelings toward Dai Yao were also quite complicated. The two of them had spent day and night together in the Zombie World, their relationship incomparably intimate, but after returning to reality, the gap in status and position had once again driven them apart.
On top of that, there were already several women by Dai Yao's side, making her unconsciously want to keep her distance from him. Yet the beautiful memories from the Zombie World were like a ray of light shining into hell, constantly tempting her.
She wanted to grasp that faint light like a life-saving straw and leave that cruel, icy past