Speaking, his tone suddenly changed, becoming sharp.
"However, even so, even if you give up revenge... Su Yan, do you marry your enemy with such peace of mind, thinking that you can always avoid it and remain untroubled?"
This is a stranger.
His voice, to her, is also unfamiliar.
Yet the words he spoke were precisely the place she most dreaded in her heart.
Su Yan's consciousness completely froze, feeling as if she was suffocating under pressure.
Cold sweat broke out on her body, and her pale face was full of shock.
She heard her own voice, trembling beyond recognition, "Who... exactly are you?"
Is he someone Shen Chizheng knows?
If not, it would be impossible to know so much.
The man did not speak, extending his hand to pour himself a glass of wine.
He held the wine glass in his hand, slowly swirling it, lips pursed in silence.
He had a pair of extremely good eyes; even in the pitch-black darkness, he could see everything clearly.
