Wen Jiaren suffered a head injury, and her memory had been tampered with, making her reactions not as sharp as before. She was a beat slower than the nurse chasing right behind her. Just as she reached the fake mountain beside her, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and pulled her into the rocks.
A slightly cool big hand covered her mouth, blocking back her scream.
"It's me."
A man's deep and slightly hoarse voice came from in front of her, and a strange face appeared before Wen Jiaren.
In the dim streetlamp's afterglow, her good eyesight allowed her to see the man's face clearly—one that was stunning. She had thought Long Teng was already unmatched in beauty, but the man in front of her was not at all inferior. In fact, he exuded even more masculine vigor and ruggedness than Long Teng!
