Ye Chen stared at the ceiling, that pristine white ceiling, like a blank canvas for a story. Unconsciously, Ye Chen fell asleep. In his dream, a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared before him. This beautiful and somewhat enchanting woman looked a bit like Li Ruo, a bit like Dian Ling, a bit like Yan… Her features seemed to blend all the best of these women, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Ye Chen, do you know me…" The woman's voice was weak, like caramel, and cotton candy.
"You… who are you?" Ye Chen looked at the woman with confusion, feeling a hint of recognition in his memory.
"I… I am your fiancée!" The woman suddenly spoke, leaving Ye Chen at a loss. Could this woman, so breathtakingly beautiful, really be his fiancée? Ye Chen couldn't imagine it. Was the world going mad?
