His hands were cold, and his movements were gentle.
Strangely, Su Luo felt warmth coursing through her entire body, as if her long-drifting heart had finally found a harbor to dock.
Although she had never shown it, the prolonged amnesia had caused her deep distress.
She had no origin, no past, no family, and no friends.
Yet, she had enemies.
When Prince Aisi was around, his utmost care made these feelings less apparent.
But after he left, even though everything was well arranged and Lei Yun was a good maid, Su Luo still felt lonely from time to time.
That kind of loneliness where no one cherished her.
Strangely, she had a vague feeling that she used to have a lot, a lot of love.
So much that it could not be squandered, so substantial it felt empowering, so much that it made her proudly capricious.
The self in her dreams seemed a bit confused.
She couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream, but tears slowly streamed down her face under the man's gentle caresses.
