"Who are you?" There was only suspicion and shock in her eyes. This man was cruel and unfeeling. "Who am I?" His face was full of despair and pain, and the woman he loved actually asked him who he was. "No... Go away, I would rather die than fall in love with you." Her voice was full of coldness and strong coldness. "You are mine, and your life or death is up to me." His heartless eyes hid the surging affection. When she no longer remembers him, but he still loves her deeply, how can this strong poppy-like love be maintained? He sneered, as long as he was alive, he would not allow anyone to touch her. If she wanted to escape from him, she would have to die.
