Xu Si followed that command and began to imagine a scene in her mind.
All those who were guilty of heinous crimes atoned for their sins in different ways.
Just thinking about it, those long-suppressed secret pasts seemed to truly loosen, and she could feel a trace of solace.
Only the last one... the bewitchingly handsome man, whether with silver or black hair, did not.
She couldn't bear it.
Or rather, she had no choice at all. Once she recognized his face, fate descended upon her, and not for a second could she choose for herself.
The voice that flowed into her heart through her ears was still continuing.
"You should have some pleasant dreams now."
"If it's still a nightmare, don't be afraid. Just get a good sleep, and as long as you wake up, you'll find that someone loves you, loves you very much—ever-increasing, never quiet."
The word "love."
Too heavy.
