"Did you just say her name is Ye Lantian?" The man asked expressionlessly.
Ye Ningyue nodded in confusion, "Yes, yes?"
Why does it feel like this man is acting strange today?
Especially after meeting her cousin Ye Lantian.
She knew her cousin had always been obedient, sensible, and beautiful, winning people's favor wherever she went.
But she couldn't believe that the Young Master Zhuo, known to everyone for his coldhearted, taciturn, and always distant demeanor, would be interested in a 15-year-old girl.
How could she have known that her cousin had been deeply rooted in his heart for ten years?
Zhuo Yue leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, lost in thought.
In his mind, the scene from ten years ago kept playing—of that girl going into the water to retrieve a scarf.
He had never imagined that image would take such a deep root in his mind, constantly reminding him of that girl's stubbornness.
After that day, he returned home and had nightmares every night.
