[Angst-filled romance + cunning male lead + single-minded devotion + substitute]
Xiao Yan waved a hand, and an image of Yu Linglong appeared before him: a lovely young girl running across the grass, smiling sweetly.
Back then, he'd spent the last of his strength preserving this one memory. In the end, it had all been an illusion, a dream that vanished into thin air.
Having seen the world's coldness, he let his consciousness drift through time and space, aimless, immortal and indestructible!
If Shen Zhiyi hadn't appeared, Xiao Yan would still be the monster whose heart was dead and whose blood had grown cold.
She had the exact same face as Yu Linglong, and Xiao Yan was convinced she was the very same person!
A century of longing took shape before him, driving the man nearly mad.
The pity was, she didn't love him!
If her heart wouldn't stay, then he would keep her here!
If they couldn't love each other, then having her by his side day and night would have to be enough.
Xiao Yan's love was forceful, allowing no resistance. She couldn't break free or escape.
Shen Zhiyi knelt before him, weeping like a flower in the rain. After all, no one wanted to be imprisoned.
The man's eyes reddened, but he would not change his mind.
“Zhiyi, if you don't love me, force yourself to! Forget that man! You can only love me.”
