Gu Lan looked deeply at Yuan Lang for a moment, then pulled off the already loose headband.
Slick hair flipped back, she tied it up with a hairband, revealing a smooth, fair forehead.
She rolled up her sleeves and jumped back into the water.
Yuan Lang is lying to her; how could Rong Heng be dying? He is the male lead! How would the story continue if he drowned?
Old General Chen indeed couldn't swim. Thinking this, Gu Lan's figure quickly disappeared into the rain.
Yuan Lang watched as Gu Lan left, standing in place for a while.
"Lang'er, are you alright?"
Cao Chen climbed up and asked with concern.
He looked at the young man before him, both men, yet Yuan Lang carried a fragile nobility that evoked pity and a desire to destroy.
Perhaps it was because of Yuan Lang's identity as the Crown Prince of the Wei Country.
Once a lofty prince, now a hostage to a country, degraded into the mud, like a replica of the criminal Rong Heng.
