You are welcome, sweetheart...
You are welcome, sweetheart.....
Sweetheart.....
Sweetheart...
Those words rang like a bell in Su Yanruo's mind. She felt a deep pull in her soul as if someone called her like that, once. Who? Immediately, Su Yanruo felt a sharp sting in her mind and paused. She snorted softly and her face crumpled in pain. Within seconds her face began to pale and she had to bite her lips to stop screaming out in pain.
Rong Yixuan was quick to notice that something was wrong with her. He held her hand, pulled her closer, and put his hand on her back to console her. "Are you okay?" he asked with worry and concern laced in his voice.
