The chaotic memories poured down like a torrential rain, rushing into the mind as if competing for a place.
Yu Tingwan did not want to overlook any fragments, piecing them together in her mind.
She saw that night, the candlelight flickering in the room.
The man's eyes surged with a deep possessiveness, pinning her between the bed and the wall. His overwhelming presence enveloped her, hot and assertive, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Graceful fingertips wove around the sash at her waist, twisting and untwisting, as if silently probing.
"Don't you have any questions?"
A warm breath grazed her ear, sending a subtle shiver down her spine.
Yu Tingwan's dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, highlighting her blushing cheeks, yet she dared not meet his gaze directly.
"No."
"You should ask."
He instructed her.
"Ask me if I'll leave once I'm healed."
"Ask if I can treat you well."
