He stared obsessively at her snow-like skin, slowly lowering his head...
This was his woman.
From now on, he would never let go of her hand again.
Just as his lips were about to kiss the snowy skin on her chest, his shoulder suddenly ached.
Long Xuanye looked up in shock, meeting Xia Weibao's panicked yet fierce gaze.
Her face was pale, her breathing rapid, yet her expression was as if she wished to drag him to hell with her!
The face full of hatred was like a sharp blade, fiercely stabbing into Long Xuanye's heart.
Time and time again, even if she lost her memory, she still hated him to the bone.
His gaze slowly moved to his own shoulder, where a pair of pale little hands were holding a piece of glass, stabbing fiercely at his shoulder.
It was a glass shard she had hidden when she knocked over dinner a few days ago, kept at the bedside just in case.
She never thought it would actually come in handy.
On the white sportswear, threads of blood seeped through.
