"Zara, I just want to ask you one thing—was there ever a moment when you liked me, even a little?" Prince Shawn asked, tears in his eyes.
How should one answer such a question?
Once you give your heart away, you can never truly take it back.
Zara Yun let her tears fall silently. "I'll answer your question another time, if I get the chance."
Light shimmered at the doorway as the figure of Keith Quinn gradually appeared.
Keith Quinn... Keith Quinn, are you here to take me with you?
I'm here... Sorry, I made you wait so long.
Zara is here...
Zara Yun slowly closed her eyes.
Darkness... endless darkness swallowed all her reason and emotion.
Everything was hazy, utterly chaotic.
She had no idea where she was.
The Bridge of Helplessness? The Road to the Underworld?
Why is it so quiet here?
So quiet...
Just then, she heard an excited voice by her ear: "She’s awake, she’s finally awake!"
Zara Yun felt as if her body was being sucked into a massive black hole, pulled into an even more chaotic world!
Where is this place, now?
Zara Yun desperately wanted to know her situation. She struggled, and suddenly opened her eyes!
Her vision blurred for a moment, then gradually cleared.
"Doctor! Doctor! Hurry! Our young miss is really awake!" Someone beside her exclaimed with tears of joy, rushing out quickly.
Zara Yun was stunned for a moment, then moved her finger slightly.
It hurt!
Where is this place?
Wasn't I dead?
Why can I still feel pain?
And what’s with the exquisite ceiling and drapes before my eyes?
Zara Yun tried to get up, but every movement sent a stabbing pain through her body.
Someone by the bed saw her trying to get up and immediately pressed her down, saying, "Miss, you absolutely mustn't! You’ve only just woken up, you need to rest and recover! And you should forget about the Third Prince—he doesn't care about you at all..."
The Third Prince? What the heck is that?
Zara Yun tried to speak, but her throat burned with pain. She could only whisper, "Water... water..."
The person by her bed quickly brought her some water, helping Zara Yun take a sip.
At that moment, a group of people hurried in from outside the room.
A man who looked like a doctor quickly checked her pulse and said, "Miss Yun’s body is no longer in serious danger. With some rest, she’ll be just fine."
An old maid pulled out a silver ingot and handed it to the doctor. "Thank you for your trouble."
Zara Yun was completely bewildered.
What on earth is going on?
Her surname was Yun, sure, but she was never this weak!
Besides, she was already the Princess Consort of the Duke in the Qing Dynasty—why would anyone call her 'Miss'?
Wait a minute!