Concubine He’s eyes turned into the golden brown, more exotic than Zhu Quan’s brown eyes. When she saw Zhu Quan next to the bed, her flower-liked lips moved softly. She could only mouth words because she had lost her voice long ago.

Zhu Quan suddenly remembered that he had burnt her throat with hot charcoal. Without the clear and sweet voice, she could no longer comfort him when he was frustrated. Besides, she must hate him. Could they start over? Zhu Quan let out a ...