An Ran hears a sound and looks up, losing all color from her face when she sees the person standing in front of her.
The person standing in front of An Ran is a young man, dressed in designer clothes, with a beautiful woman in his arms.
He looks at An Ran with a mocking gaze.
An Ran feels as if she has fallen into an ice cellar.
The woman beside Zhou He drapes her arm around his neck, her alluring look sweeps over, "Young Master Zhou, surely you aren't interested in this little girl, are you?"
Zhou He smiles faintly, his eyes burning as he stares at An Ran, "She is different from you, very proud."
"Oh... How so? Give an example?"
"Proud to the point of letting her own father die for nothing."
An Ran feels her body plunging into an endless abyss, surrounded by nothing but endless cold. The fragments of memories once again surge forth, her clear eyes darting an overwhelming hatred at him!
