Far away in France, a black Rolls-Royce was driving steadily on the road.
Jun Shiyan, who was pretending to be asleep in his seat, suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils constricted as he clutched his heart in pain. His eyes turned red instantly.
Memories flooded in like a tidal wave. The young lady's voice and smile kept flashing in front of him like a movie reel.
Jun Shiyan held his heart and roared in pain and anxiety, "An Yan, return to the manor!"
He felt like his heart was being torn apart. The young lady must be leaving this world.
If she did not regain her memory, she would definitely find it back again. Even if she regained her memory, with her temper, she would not give up everything here.
He had expected this and had made preparations. He needed to recreate a new story now to welcome her.
