"You may not remember now, but one day you will recall my name, Bai Ze," Bai Ze said, his gaze lowered toward Mu Ruyue, carrying a hint of sadness.
She had still forgotten…
Indeed, how could she, as she was now, remember him?
"Bai Ze?" Mu Ruyue's heart trembled slightly, the name feeling strangely familiar to her, though she did not know where this sense of familiarity came from.
Suddenly, a fluctuation transmitted through the space, and just as Mu Ruyue turned to look, a silver figure appeared before her eyes.
Ye Wuchen sighed in relief when he saw Mu Ruyue, then looked up at the white-haired man. His deep eyes, dark as the night, swept a chilly glare, "Who are you, and why have you brought her here?"
Bai Ze, surprised, glanced at Ye Wuchen's cold silver mask, his lips curling into a bitter smile, "So you two... are still together."
Mu Ruyue's brows furrowed slightly, completely clueless about what Bai Ze was talking about.
