Chen Wei'er did not answer. She remained dazed. It was as if her consciousness was suspended in midair. Her soul seemed to be detached from her body.
Inexplicably, she could see He Xun, but it wasn't He Xun who was climbing in the present.
He Xun was lying on a stretcher! He was covered in injuries, and his hair was kept short.
Chen Wei'er had never seen He Xun like this.
In her memories, Chen Wei'er always saw He Xun as a dignified CEO. Without fail, He Xun wore a decent suit all the time and looked noble.
Some would say poetry could fill a person's heart. It wasn't an unreasonable statement.
With just a suit, He Xun emitted a domineering aura while remaining calm and collected. But his occasional smile could turn his image into a well-read scholar.
However, Chen Wei'er realized that the He Xun who appeared in her mind seemed to be even more charming. She did like the dignified He Xun, but she also loved this strong He Xun.
