Lin Yixun's awareness gradually became blurred. She looked up at the man in front of her, not knowing when the man's stern face turned into the likeness of Ouyang Hao.
Ouyang Hao, is that you?
Her head spun, and the surrounding purple flower field suddenly turned into a stormy sea. She was like a lone leaf on a turbulent ocean, tossed and turned with the fierce waves.
Suddenly, a wave crashed over her and tossed her violently into the air, only to plummet heavily in the next instant, sinking into the depths of the ocean.
Wave after wave relentlessly battered her, leaving her almost powerless to resist. After what seemed like an eternity, the waves finally receded, and everything returned to calm.
In her dazed state, she felt a coolness on her flushed cheeks, accompanied by a cold yet familiar voice, "Why did you make me angry? Lin Yixun, you shouldn't have done that."
The man's voice was cold, tinged with a hint of tenderness and helplessness.
