Su Yan lowered her head, lightly pursing her lips.
She rubbed the area around her heart.
For some reason, the image of him weak and covered in scars, as she saw in the Netherworld, flashed before her again.
Su Yan furrowed her brows.
Her mood wasn't good.
And it was consistently getting worse.
She stood there without saying a word.
The scars kept flashing in her mind.
Those scenes were about to become her Nightmare.
She always remembered, and each time she did, her heart felt like it was being stabbed.
A cycle that repeated over and over.
Until Zheng Luan appeared.
Seeing him standing perfectly fine in front of her.
Only then did she stop remembering.
Now, because of a burn.
Even after three days of healing, it hadn't improved.
It was getting worse.
His indifferent demeanor.
Once again triggered those images.
Every time he faced her, it was the same.
As if nothing had happened.
He deliberately concealed it, not letting her know.
Su Yan clenched her hand.
