C1513 It Was Just a Coincidence

The man's voice was low, hoarse, and magnetic. Every word drifted into Moo Nuannuan's eardrum, making her feel like she was in a dream. Just like that, a blurry shadow flashed in front of her eyes, making her grip on the handle of the car suddenly tighten again.

Her knuckles had already turned white, but even if she wanted to push away the layers of trance