Standing in the corner, Bai Hanyun calmly watched a handsome young man crying as if his world had crumbled. Curious, she approached him and noticed his clenched fists.
In his clenched palm, a beautiful wedding ring had cut through his flesh. Blood dripped onto the ground, yet the young man didn't seem to feel any pain.
Bai Hanyun frowned slightly when he watched this scene.
'What could have happened to this man for him to be in such pain that he couldn't even feel his wounds?'
Suppressing her curiosity, Bai Hanyun looked away from the young man and scanned the surroundings.
A few seconds later, she realized she was in a luxurious study room. Noticing a wedding photo hanging on the wall, she walked over for a closer look.
The moment her gaze landed on the bride's face, Bai Hanyun was stunned. Before she could react, a weak, hoarse voice filled with indescribable pain sounded behind her.
"Ah Yan… Ah Yan…"
