If Long Xuanye really searched for her for two thousand years, how could she bear such deep affection?
Her body was sticky and clammy, likely because she broke out in a sweat from the nightmare.
Weary, she got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath.
It was summer, so she used cold water.
To clear her mind, she purposely went downstairs to lug the refrigerator upstairs and dumped all the ice inside it into the bathtub.
After soaking in the ice-cold bath, her muddled thoughts finally began to calm down.
Her mind became clear, yet her heart remained unsettled.
Shaking her head, she brushed away the needless worries and guilt that surged up in her mind.
She had no recollection of the things Long Xuanye spoke of.
Perhaps... perhaps he was lying.
That man would stop at nothing to separate her and Lu Hualiang!
Haven't he done enough things and told enough lies?
To believe even a third of what such a person says is too much.
