Fu Jun, dressed in plain robes, stared blankly at the beautiful woman in red as she walked out of the tavern, still unable to believe it. "How could this happen? How could it..."
"This time, I've suffered a crushing loss!" The beautiful woman in red walked outside, her heart full of stifled resentment. She had been so cautious. Even when she secretly seduced Young Master Xinghuo, she had initially given only the faintest hints, leaving behind not a shred of evidence. Only after a full thousand years, once she was certain Young Master Xinghuo had taken the bait, had she truly cast Fu Jun aside.
She had even deliberately said that she could not let Fu Jun be too heartbroken, intentionally dragging things out until now.
"I never imagined Young Master Xinghuo had been pretending all along, pretending so..."