The night was so long that Han Xue could recall all the details from their first acquaintance, to love and then to separation.
This man was hers. They were the first companion for each other, and their first love. They should be together, and god gave them another chance, so she could find ways to force He Xiyan away and get close to him again.
Han Xue, who firmly believed that she was a good match, was full of confidence. She got closer to the man again, her head on his strong chest, listening to the even heartbeat there.
Ye Hao, forget her, forget the woman who did not love you. And I would love you more than she did.
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The next day, early at dawn.
Ye Hao, who had been sleeping for eight hours, finally moved his arm a little.
It was so sour. He felt as if his hands were broken, without any strength. He turned over, soon feeling that his fingers had touched something, which was smooth, like...
Where was he sleeping now?
