In the past, he always had a faint smile on his lips, forever maintaining a composure as if Taishan were crumbling before him without changing color.
However, this time, he sighed!
Though it was fleeting, just a moment, Su Yan still sensed his helplessness, his sorrow.
"Master Mo Chen, do you perhaps recognize the woman in my dreams?" Su Yan asked urgently.
Chu Yuxiao, however, slightly furrowed his brows, his lips nearly forming a straight line.
He had an uneasy guess.
Perhaps Su Yan was that woman, from her past life.
The relationship between Mo Chen and her was unusual...
Otherwise, how could she dream of someone she had never met before in her dreams?
He clenched his fists in secret, telling himself to stay calm.
Even if her past life was related to Mo Chen, it was enough that she belonged to him in this lifetime.
Yet, he still couldn't help but mind, believing that Su Yan should belong entirely to him, past, present, and future—all his.
