Being a typically light sleeper, Ye Chen woke up to the cold moonlight from the window as the black curtains danced and seemingly readied its claws to devour them.
His headache was excruciating.
The pulsating sharp pain sent Ye Chen moaning. He looked up, surprised, as he felt someone's warmth on his body.
He was aghast!
Cheng Anya hugged him in an uncomfortable posture against the door even as he lay on the floor. There was a huge hole in the Chinese cedar door and the wind blew into the room.
As the chaotic and painful memories surged into his mind, Third Young Master Ye's head ached even more and could not wait to smash his head on the door.
When he knew she was Lin Xiaoyue's granddaughter, he had no time to think of anything else as the memories of the past filled his mind. He was in excruciating pain and heartbroken. He really wished that he had died that day!
