Qingyun City, inside the Tan Family Mansion, in a lavishly decorated room, Tan Shuangshuang lay on the bed, her gaze scattered, looking at the dark blue gauze bed canopy fluttering above her, a little dazed. Wasn't this her residence from her youth?
Tan Shuangshuang clearly remembered that she had died, having fallen during the encirclement of the Demon Clan, while her fiancé, whom she once loved deeply, stood indifferently beside another woman, watching her die in agony.
Tan Shuangshuang always thought she was deeply in love with her fiancé, Liang Ziqian. She believed if she were to see Liang Ziqian's indifferent expression at her death, it would break her heart, especially since she loved him enough to tolerate another woman.
But in reality, when she lay on the ground near death, and he truly showed such an indifferent expression, Tan Shuangshuang strangely did not feel sorrow. It was merely bizarre and absurd to her.
