Upon waking, she found a strange man lying beside her, causing her to scream in surprise. He disdainfully tossed her a cheque for a hundred thousand, "You are not worth this much." Upon meeting again, he was her husband. He said, "You are not worthy of a wedding." He said, "Of course, I don't love you, but you must love me." He said, "Don't even think about a divorce." Grinning, she stared at him, struggling painfully in hell. Eventually, one day, her heart died, and she escaped from his clutches. Five years later, she made a glamorous return to unveil the mystery deep in her heart. His gaze was sharp, his lips tightly pursed, "Woman, don't think you can run away this time!"
The first ray of sunshine in the early morning streamed into the room.
Yu Yan was pursing her lips in her dream, letting out a couple of soft whimpering noises until the sunlight became too piercing. She used a hand to shield her face, tilted her head aside, and opened her eyes.
In her groggy state, she suddenly realized—this wasn't her room!
She jolted upright with a start!
With his back facing her, Sikong Hao was standing in front of a floor-length mirror tying the buttons of his shirt.
The sunlight poured onto his body, making him seem even more elegant. Even though all he left her with was his back view, one could still sense the noble aura emanating from this man in front of her.
Yu Yan stared somewhat blankly at his back, her mind still somewhat dazed.
Sikong Hao glanced at the now sitting up Yu Yan through the mirror and casually asked, "Awake yet?"
She was suddenly startled, and her mind felt like it had exploded.
The sudden "knock knock knock" sounds at the door interrupted her thoughts.
Sikong Hao paused for a moment, then spoke lightly, "Come in."
Internally, Yu Yan was cursing at this man. As soon as the person outside the door came in, she would ask for help and then call the police!