C119 What's There to Feel Guilty About?

In her blurry sleep, the pain on Shu Yao's face grew stronger and stronger. Unconsciously, the pain gradually subsided along with the sound in her ears.

"Shu Yao."

The deep voice, the bewitching smell, was so clear and so familiar.

Was it him?

The ups and downs of her dreams instantly reversed. It was as if she had returned to many years ago, when she was sixteen or seventeen years old