Lu Zhiyan kept me locked by his side for three years.
He was possessive, sinister, and sick, forbidding me from wearing short skirts, smiling at other people, or leaving his side for even a moment.
I hated him to the bone and tried every way I could to escape.
Until he died in front of me, covered in blood and still clutching the hem of my clothes as he said, “Wanwan, you’re not allowed to forget me.”
When I got a second chance, I opened my eyes and found myself locked in his arms again.
His voice was as cold as ice. “Trying to run away again?”
I said nothing. I just reached out and hugged him.
In my previous life, you protected me with your life. In this one, I’ll love you with mine.
Lu Zhiyan, this time, let me be the one to pursue you.
