"Shuanghua is mine!"
"Mine!"
"No one else can take her away!"
Luo Yifan sped like the wind, reaching a speed he had never achieved in his life.
His feelings for Zi Shuanghua were not necessarily love, but more of a possessive obsession.
An obsession born from worshiping for over ten thousand years, a terrifying fixation.
In his heart, Zi Shuanghua had long been his possession, his forbidden fruit, forbidden from anyone else to touch.
"Faster!"
"Faster!"
"Faster!"
"I must go faster!"
Luo Yifan was filled with anxiety, fearing that if he arrived late, his goddess would have been turned into a pastry by Zhou Chen.
…
Bi Xian Palace.
When Zi Shuanghua walked in with her tall, graceful figure, the entire palace seemed to bathe in light, glowing radiantly.
All the light concentrated on Zi Shuanghua, including Zhou Chen's gaze!
She seemed like the center of the world, possessing an indescribable special gravity.
