Fu Ce was silent.
Men are such superficial creatures.
How deep the love was at the beginning.
But as beauty fades.
That deep love would disgust him.
Fu Ce opened his mouth, wanting to say he wouldn't...
If she didn't want to become ugly or grow old, he would search the world for the most sacred beauty products and refine something that could keep her young forever, even if it went against the will of heaven.
But he knew.
She won't believe it.
The roaring air stagnated for a moment, and Fu Ce looked at her quietly, "You love him, don't you?"
"You can't hide it from me, Panshu."
He curled his lips gently, his tone firm and indifferent, "You know Mo Dan has set up a soul-killing formation around the yard. Today was originally the day Emperor Shijun was going to die. You are just trying to save him."
The girl's expression froze for a moment, "No."
"No?" Fu Ce approached her step by step. "Although there are turbulent and dangerous obstacles under this black vortex, it is also an opportunity for Emperor Shijun. Don't you know?"
Fu Ce frowned strangely, as if he truly didn't understand.
"Why do you hate him, yet love him?"
"Why do you always give your heart to others so easily?"
Pan Shu smiled charmingly, "I can also give my heart to Daojun. Do you want to try it?"
Fu Ce's heart skipped a beat.
Besides the tearing sound of the wind, there was the pounding sound of my heartbeat.
It's exactly how Panshu loves someone.
A beautiful desire suddenly arose in his heart.
—the desire to be loved passionately by her.
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