On a rainy night, Zhou Yang faked her own death to escape Lu Ci’s captivity.
Three years later, she returned, only for the obsessive man to lock her away in a hidden room in his villa.
Torn by his own contradictions, he wanted to keep her by his side forever, yet was consumed by guilt over her “death” all those years ago.
He swept her into a suffocating, lingering kiss. Catching her breath, she snapped,
“It’s been so long. How have you still not gotten over your yandere tendencies?”
But he let go of her wrist like a dog begging for affection and asked timidly,
“Will you leave me again?”
The corners of her lips lifted as she ruffled his hair. “As long as you change, I won’t leave.”
