Yet reality had taught Bai Ningshuang a cruel lesson.
Her clan had prioritized its prosperity over her happiness, and the powerful man standing before her had made it clear that her circumstances were no longer entirely in her hands.
Ross watched her silently.
Bai Ningshuang was undeniably beautiful, with long golden hair and delicate features that drew the eye.
He had been interested in her from the moment he heard about her, and he had gone to considerable lengths to bring her to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
But as he approached, he noticed that she was trembling.
Instead of looking at him with affection or anticipation, she looked as though she were facing something she desperately wished to avoid.
For a brief moment, the room became completely silent.
Bai Ningshuang slowly closed her eyes, unable to look at him any longer.
Tears slipped down her cheeks as she waited, her heart heavy with despair.
Then she felt Ross lean closer.
