At first, Mu Jin Huan thought that just like on the night of the incident, as soon as she closed her eyes, those terrifying and glaring scenes would appear in her dreams, waking her from sleep in less than half an hour.
Until, she said this sentence.
Only then did he realize that ultimately, the source of the nightmares and the vague anxiety was him.
The man's tone was very flat, without even a hint of fluctuations.
The light, calming scent of lilies lingered around the nose, as Nan Wan leaned in his arms, feeling the strong and steady heartbeat, gradually forgetting the sight of the bright red blood.
A deep voice sounded in her ear, "For the rest of my life, it's only you."
Along with these words came a series of tender kisses.
It tickled a bit, and Nan Wan shrank back slightly, looking up at him with a faint smile on her face, "Don't think you can just sweet-talk me like that."
Her voice was soft and gentle, without a hint of menace.
