Jiang Zheyu had just breathed a sigh of relief. 'No matter what punishment I receive next, at least it won't be painful.'
Who would have known that in the next second, her chin would be forcefully seized and lifted.
The face that filled her vision was Si Yu's—handsome, but with dark, terrifying eyes.
The brilliant white light shone down, casting a halo over Si Yu's soft yet resilient hair. It also illuminated his grim and frightening face with stark clarity.
Jiang Zheyu had never seen Si Yu look so ferocious. Her heart instinctively clenched, and she trembled to her very core.
Si Yu squeezed Jiang Zheyu's chin with brutal force, as if trying to crush the bone. But since Jiang Zheyu had already taken painkillers, she felt no pain at all. Her tea-colored eyes simply stared at him, trembling with shock.
But when Si Yu saw the terrified look in those strikingly familiar eyes, he subconsciously loosened his grip.
