"Why did you bring me here?" Bai Qianmo sat on the edge of the bed, her cold gaze fixed on the man's face.
The man squatted down and gently grasped Bai Qianmo's pair of fair, bare feet: "Your feet are still so cold. How can you be so careless with yourself?"
The tone was somewhat reproachful, but mostly it conveyed heartache.
Immediately, he coldly ordered, "Go and prepare a bucket of water."
In the empty doorway, a cloud of white mist gradually condensed into the shape of a human, and then the outline of the facial features gradually became clear—it was the face of a young woman.
The woman glanced coldly at Bai Qianmo, then responded expressionlessly.
"Yes, Master!"
The woman turned and left.
Bai Qianmo stared intently at the departing woman for a moment, then lowered her gaze to the man who had wrapped his hands around her feet.
Why does this scene feel so familiar?
Thinking about the bizarre dream she had just experienced, could that man be Xu Changzong?
Unexpectedly, this murderous monster was so deeply in love with Xu Jin'en.
"Is it any warmer now?"
The man's concerned question pulled her back to reality.
Bai Qianmo deftly pulled her legs back onto the bed, staring at him with a cold gaze.
“Xu Changchong, I am not Xu Jinen.”
The man chuckled softly, his voice low and husky. Unlike the harsh, bellows-like sound he made last time, his voice sounded surprisingly pleasant now.
Like a gurgling spring, the sound gently flowed past my heart; it sounded just like the voice of the person in my dream.
"I know!"
Bai Qianmo frowned slightly: "My mission is to kill you."
"Yes, I know."
A look of surprise flashed in Bai Qianmo's eyes: "So, you didn't kill me, but what is your purpose in bringing me here?"
The man raised his head slightly, his dark, unwavering eyes fixed on her.
"I just missed you."
Bai Qianmo shuddered, feeling a strange sadness welling up inside her. In her daze, her hand inexplicably reached out and touched his cold, fearful mask.
She woke up instantly, her fingers stiffened, and she tried to pull them back, but her hand was held tightly by the other person, who held her hand firmly yet gently in his cold palm.
"Jin En, can you see that? Even though you don't remember our past, you still care about me deep down."
Bai Qianmo forcefully pulled her hand back, a cold sneer curling her lips: "Did you do something to me? That wasn't my intention!"
Ordinary sedatives had no effect on her. When she was drugged, she first smelled a faint floral fragrance, and then quickly lost consciousness.
Perhaps, during the time she was unconscious, Xu Changzong did something to her.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head, making her feel as if her head was about to explode.
Why is this happening?
Why did she feel heartache just now? Why did she feel a pang of sadness?
Who exactly is she?
No, she is Bai Qianmo, she is Bai Qianmo!
Can……
Looking at the man before her, she felt a deep sense of confusion and fear for the first time.
How do you explain that dreamlike experience you just had?
She saw Xu Jin'en with her own eyes; her face was exactly the same as hers!
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