Tang Luo stretched out his hand and pulled Rong Yan into his arms again.
With a mighty force this time, he would never let her escape again.
Rong Yan's body trembled heavily. Her heart was filled with deep anger and loath. It was like a volcano that would erupt anytime.
"Yan'er…" Tang Luo looked at the girl standing in front. He seemed to be beguiled, obsessed, and crazy.
Rong Yan clenched her fists tightly as she closed her eyes.
Another figure emerged in her mind then...
Wearing a king's robe, the guy was handsome, gentle, and sophisticated.
That was the memory embedded deep in her head.
It was a guy whom she had forgotten for ten years. However, he was the guy whom she would always meet in her dream at night.
Although he looked blurry in the dream or was covered with a thin layer of mist, she could not control her heartbeats whenever he appeared.
