"Juan'er..." Xia Zhun opened his mouth, his voice weak from long-term bedridden illness.
Song Juan's eyes were misty as she gaze at the man on the bed, momentarily forgetting to question why he disappeared without a word and why he erased her memory, abandoning her!
Xia Zhun stared unblinkingly at the person he thought of day and night, his gaze tender. Back then, in the battle of the Hundred Families, he was injured by them and accidentally entered the current world, where this woman saved him.
During his recovery, he was drawn to her tenderness, and things that shouldn't have happened, happened...
"Since you and I aren't from the same world, why did you provoke me in the first place!" Song Juan's tears welled in her eyes, but she couldn't hold back her grievances as she questioned him.
On the bed, Xia Zhun gently held Song Juan's hand, his eyes filled with deep apology, "I'm sorry..."
