"Beauty's lot is a sorry one."
Looking at Song Chenxi's pale, haggard face, those four words abruptly surfaced in Cui Xiaoxin's mind.
Song Chenxi, like herself, had been praised by those busybodies as one of the Four Moons of Tiandu. But among the Four Moons of Tiandu, which one had ever managed to live a happy, peaceful life?
Song Chenxi was so gravely ill that, supposedly, she might not even make it through this winter. She herself was shackled by her Lineage and forced to marry a man she did not love. The Lu family had been destroyed, its people dead or scattered, and Lu Qiji's life or death remained unknown to this day. As for Li Sinian, her plight was even more miserable. Because of her brother Li Mu Yang's dragon identity, her family had been torn apart, and the moment she showed her face, she would likely be massacred by countless people.
Why was everyone's fate so bitter?
"Elder Sister Xiaoxin." Song Chenxi opened her eyes and called out Cui Xiaoxin's name in a frail voice.
Cui Xiaoxin reached out and clasped Song Chenxi's small hand, curled up beneath the quilt. It was ice-cold, as if she were holding a block of ice.
Cui Xiaoxin knew Song Chenxi's condition, and she knew that Song Chenxi was especially afraid of the cold. Once winter arrived, all the warmth would be drained from her body, leaving her immersed in ice day and night. That was why the old master of the Song family doted on her so deeply, giving her every rare treasure that could warm her body—even the legendary Dragon Blood Lamp. He was also extremely reluctant to let her leave the house, lest the cold wind invade her body.
But how had the Dragon Blood Lamp suddenly gone