Carrying punishment, anger, and unwillingness, as if the apocalypse had descended, they lived every minute and every second in fear, the shadow of death looming over them.
The once sweet kisses had become as deadly as poison.
A pain on her lips brought Qiao Xia back to reality. Mu Liang was here, how did he know to find her in this place?
Her heart felt as if it had been torn apart, bleeding profusely, and her soul could only watch helplessly as she bled, desperately moving closer to Mu Liang. It was a terrifying emotion, each step through a fiery purgatory, each unable to cross the oceans in her heart, yet she desperately wanted to be close, depleting all of her emotions, passion, and tears.
In the end, her soul sighed.
She could only stand there numbly, letting the man voraciously steal her sweetness.
"Why?"
"I've recovered my memories."
Such a simple question, such a straightforward answer, everything between them was laid bare under the sun.
