She ruled the world in the apocalypse, yet could only watch helplessly as the person she loved most died saving her. She traveled back a hundred thousand years to the Spiritweave Realm and met him as he was then. He was still the man in her memories: handsome and imposing, domineering and powerful, cold and wickedly alluring. Sadly, he had no memory of her.
“Demon King, I’ve seen the most handsome, gorgeous man in the whole world!”
The Demon King replied coldly, “Are you flirting with me?”
“Did your heart skip a beat?”
The abstinent Demon King was utterly unmoved. “No. You’re getting on my nerves!”
Defeated, Feng Lingwei simply pounced on the Demon King and declared, “From now on, you’re mine. Don’t even think about running away!”
