He always had a premonition...
If she regained her memory, it would seem as if she would slip away from his side.
At the very least, she would no longer be as obedient and wholly dependent on him, following him around every day and calling him a beautiful woman in her sweet voice.
Thinking of this, Yan Yan's heart tightened, and his exquisite face, even in the darkness, unconsciously took on a dangerous aura.
The arm encircling her waist also tightened significantly.
On Yun Qiluo's side, she frowned her little face, thinking for a long time but unable to grasp the meaning of the recent dream.
She couldn't help raising her hand to pat her messy head.
"It's so strange, how could I forget so quickly..."
Clearly, the feeling was so real...
In those few seconds after waking, she was still engulfed in that fear.
But now recalling it, she couldn't remember the specifics no matter what, only vaguely remembering a few fragments.
