The reincarnation of the rising financial elite, the emotional entanglement of the seven star lanterns of the thousand years ago: Qin Yu's pupils shrank suddenly. "Your Majesty?" This unfamiliar title was like a key, accurately inserted into a dusty keyhole deep in his memory, bringing a sharp sting and more turbulent chaos. He looked at Su Li's eyes that almost overflowed with shock, sadness, disbelief and... Some kind of deep attachment that spanned eternity? This look was too complex and too heavy, so heavy that it made him, a financial elite who was used to controlling everything, feel suffocated and... Inexplicably panicked.
"Miss, you... Know me?" Qin Yu's voice was dry. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and tried to maintain his calm surface.
