The pain became stronger and stronger.

He reached out his hand and grabbed the clothes on his left chest tightly, trying to relieve the pain.

Why does my heart hurt so much and so much pain every time I think of her?

"Why does it hurt? Who are you? Who are you?" He covered his heart that was in pain and looked at the dark night a little awkwardly, "Who are you? And I, Gu Chen... who are you?"

God arranged for him to forget himself, but why didn't he arrange for him to completely forget everything?

Why did the woman in the dream torture him again and again?

He wanted to resist, but he remembered and remembered-

Everything is so contradictory.

He didn't want to let himself continue to suffer, but he was thinking about it while wanting to forget.

Why is this?

Was she... the woman he loved unforgettably?

But why not come to him?

Did he disappear, and she never tried to find him?

What is her relationship with him?

Have they ever fallen in love? Or is everything his wishful thinking?

If he meets that woman, he must ask clearly... why did he remember her so deeply?

But, can he meet her in his life?

Gu Chen lay on the bed again, grabbed his chest that was in pain, and frowned with thick eyebrows.

Even though I couldn't see her appearance clearly, I missed her and tortured him again and again. What was he missing?

Even her face was not clearly visible, but it gradually made the longing stronger.

Gu Chen, you are a fool!

After tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep.

He simply got up, walked out, and walked towards the study.

When he sat at the desk, holding a paintbrush, his mind was filled with the back of the woman, his uncontrollable and inexplicable longing—

hazy.

Messy.

contradiction.

resist.

...Irresistible.

He frowned with thick eyebrows, as if he was trapped by a demon, stroke by stroke-

Time, accompanied by the wind, passes between his fingers.

The darkness gradually faded, and a trace of whiteness came, gradually rising from the sea level—

The man in the study was lying on the desk with a touch of concern, and a painting was quietly placed on the side, the back of the woman hidden in the hazy and intense longing...

***The big brand cold wife returns: Please sign the divorce***

Taking advantage of the extremely entangled Shangguan Linghao's visit to the branch in Paris to inspect, Bai Hanxin went out to stroll around by herself.

She is actually not unfamiliar with Paris.

She lived in Paris for more than three months due to work needs.

I came to visit with Han Sanshao twice.

There is a place that impressed her.

That was a gallery that the third young master once took her to.

He said: Hanxin, look, that is my dream place!

After two years, she stood under this building again, but could no longer see him-

Bai Hanxin looked up at the warm sun. She remembered that the gallery was on the 18th floor.

In the afternoon, many people encountered the handover between getting off work and going to work, and people came and went; Bai Hanxin walked into the building, and the six floors below were all commercial promotions, and there were many people.

Just as she was about to take the elevator, she turned around and caught a familiar figure at the entrance of the elevator.

In a moment, she was almost stopped and could not move!

"Three, Three Young Master-" she murmured, suddenly, came back to her senses and rushed over-

However, the back had already entered the elevator, and the elevator door closed-
Chapter completed!