Ye Qingge had experienced many disappointments in life, but she had been able to grit her teeth and get through it all.
Unfortunately, she was seized by an uncharacteristic need to cry at that moment. She was truly filled with grief.
A heavy-duty sportbike suddenly stopped in front of Ye Qingge.
Feng Yan, dressed in a black leather jacket, tossed a matte black helmet into Ye Qingge's arms.
"Get on!"
His soft, mysterious voice held a commanding tone which allowed no refusal.
Ye Qingge never thought that she would run into Feng Yan again.
Why was he always bumping into her when she was at her lowest?
'He was the man that Li Beichen liked…What a small world.'
She stared at his intimidating bike. Perhaps only a man like Feng Yan could carry off a bike like that!
It was as if he was born from a kingdom of darkness.
