Three years ago, Las Vegas, July 7th, masquerade ball, and beneath the silver mask, the woman in the fiery red dress...
No, this can't be true! The woman he most despised in his memory, the one he couldn't erase...
How could it be Jian Anning?!
He distinctly remembered, that woman was Asian, wearing a fiery red dress and gold high heels, like a poisonous yet mesmerizing rose! She was the one who followed him, the one who pinned him down on the sofa, and the one who, even against his wishes, "resolved" him!
But that woman was a virgin! Even if he was foolish, the bloodstain left on his white shirt couldn't be faked!
How could that woman be Jian Anning? Why would that woman be Jian Anning?!
Yet his memory seemed to return to that day, being pushed drunk onto the sofa, he distinctly felt the woman's urgent and desperate emotion, she was clearly unhappy and unwilling, yet resolutely gave her purity to a stranger like him!
And that feeling of fusion—
