His brother Qin Zhen's car accident, the truth that his mother Rong Wan died with hatred, and the chase that almost claimed the lives of their mother and daughter fifteen years ago... Rong Lan is back, with the strength and hatred he has accumulated for fifteen years, vowing to make the Qin family and the He family pay the due price.
Ye Qingci was about to step into the bar when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure on the side of the road who was about to get into a car.
It was the back of a woman, her long hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, her figure tall and straight, her lines smooth and full of power. It was just a silhouette and a breath caught in an instant, but it made Ye Qingci's heart shrink suddenly!
An indescribable feeling of familiarity ran through my body like an electric shock!
Is it her? That girl who rushed into the battle circle like a wild and untamed lone wolf on a rainy night in London five years ago, fought against him back to back, and then disappeared quietly? The figure that he had searched all over the world for five years?
Her breath, that unique, cold and wild feeling, is almost exactly the same! Although the hairstyle has changed, from neat short hair to long flowing hair now, he will never mistake the feeling that is engraved in his bones!
The moment he lost consciousness, Rong Lan had already bent down and got into the taxi and closed the door.
"Wait!" Ye Qingci shouted subconsciously and even took two steps forward.
But the taxi had merged into the traffic and quickly disappeared at the end of the neon-lit street.
Ye Qingci stood there, the night wind blowing the broken hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes as deep as cold stars. It was filled with complex and incomprehensible emotions—shock, doubt, longing, and a hint of uncertain ecstasy.
