Xingtian’s eyes were dark and deep, quietly waiting for her reaction.
An Ruo was startled for a moment and uncertainly asked him, "You want me to take it off myself?"
"Mm, don’t you want to see?" The man nodded.
For some reason, she felt that the face under the mask would surprise her.
She hesitated, unsure if she should remove his mask.
Xingtian pressed his lips together silently, waiting for her reaction. After a moment, An Ruo raised her hand, deciding to take off his mask.
Her hand slowly approached his face. Her fingertips touched the cold, hard mask, and her movement involuntarily paused.
But she didn’t back down. The next second, she pinched his mask, ready to take it off, but Xingtian suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her.
An Ruo looked at him in surprise, and the man said in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to see my face?"
She was puzzled, "Didn’t you say there’s nothing you can’t show? Why, is there something on your face?"
In that instant, a trace of gloom flashed quickly in Xingtian’s eyes. However, this emotion passed so swiftly that An Ruo didn’t notice it at all.
"To me, it’s nothing... but to others, it might be different."
"Really, what’s there? What is it?" An Ruo asked curiously.
Xingtian slightly opened his mouth to answer her question but ultimately refrained due to the timidity and inferiority in his heart.
He cast his eyes down and released her hand.
"Forget it, don’t look for now, later I’ll show you."
An Ruo understood his thoughts and didn’t force him.
"Alright, show me when you’re ready."
"Mm." The man nodded with a smile.
Then, An Ruo changed clothes and followed him downstairs for a meal. After eating, she said she wanted to walk around, hoping to familiarize herself with the environment and maybe recover some memories.
Xingtian accompanied her, introducing the island’s scenery everywhere they went. Unfortunately, An Ruo looked at everything here but felt no familiarity at all.
J City, the night was deep.
An Ji, who was dead drunk, walked out of Ming Dian. He had just stepped out the door when he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, a waiter at the door quickly held him up, preventing him from falling.
"Sir, are you alright? You’ve had too much to drink. Would you like me to call you a car?" the waiter politely asked him.
An Ji lifted his head, revealing a young and handsome face. Because he was so drunk, his face was flushed, and his gaze was a bit dreamy.
"No need..." He raised his hand to wave off the waiter, then stood straight and continued walking forward.
He had just set foot out of Ming Dian when three gangsters followed behind him.
An Ji was too drunk to even notice the people behind him.
He stumbled toward his luxury sports car, and just as he opened the car door, two men immediately grabbed his arms from behind, and a shiny dagger discreetly pressed against his waist.
"Don’t make a sound. If you want to live, get in the car and do exactly as we say!" a man whispered menacingly in his ear.
An Ji was startled and only then realized they were robbing him. He couldn’t help but sneer, just as he was about to say something disdainful, another voice cut him off.
"Let him go, take this money." It was a very deep and calm voice.
An Ji knew right away that it was Tang Yuchen.
The three men turned around in panic and saw that he was alone,