In the past, only Miss Yun could affect his emotions like this.
After all, people in love are the most unpredictable.
Thinking of the clothes he had sent out and the accessories he bought back, Housekeeper Chen had a suspicion in his heart, and he couldn’t help but sigh softly.
In the end, he didn’t dare to ask anything.
After all, their master’s mood wasn’t good today.
Yan Yan returned to the bedroom, turned on the light, and saw the familiar scene inside the room.
Because of his request, Wang Ma almost never touched the things in his room.
As a result, nothing in his bedroom had changed in two years, still maintaining its appearance from two years ago.
Even the half-used face cream she left was still sitting on the cabinet, expired but not thrown away.
Everything was faking the appearance that she was still here.
Looking at the familiar bedroom, the man gradually revealed a hint of weariness in his brows, along with a layer of pain in the depths of his deep eyes.
He stood in place silently for a long while before turning around and walking into the bathroom.
It was already 1 a.m. when everything was tidied up, and Yan Yan lay down on the familiar large bed, yet sleep evaded him.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of the young girl’s cold and dark eyes appeared before him.
Her small face was tense, and her gaze at him was full of vigilance.
She was telling him to stop following her.
Thinking of this, the man’s thin lips pursed slightly, and his face took on a few shades of gloom in the darkness.
For a long time, he reached out, grabbed the pillow she used to love, and pressed it to his chest, trying to ease the pain gradually corroding his heart.
Little Gua had forgotten him after all...
He was afraid he hadn’t left a single trace in her memory.
That night, Yan Yan dreamed again.
He dreamed of the day two years ago when she was taken away, dreamed of her trying to reach for her phone to call him for help before she was knocked out in the dressing room.
He also dreamed of her clear eyes carrying the panic and helplessness from the first time they met, crashing into his arms, softly calling him her beautiful woman.
He dreamed of her tied to a cold operating table like a rag doll, injected with icy liquid.
Her cries for help seemed to echo in his ears.
At three in the morning, Yan Yan’s eyes suddenly opened in the darkness.
A pair of phoenix eyes glinted with a cold, intimidating sharpness, yet a hint of panic flickered across his impeccably perfect face.
The only sound in the black night was his slightly rapid breathing.
For a good while, his consciousness gradually pulled away from the dream, and his gaze slowly returned to normal.
Looking at the dark yet familiar room, empty beside him, without her.
He understood he had dreamed again.
In these two years, it wasn’t the first time he dreamed of her.
Ever since Yun Qiluo disappeared in that dressing room, he dreamed of her almost every few days, mostly dreaming of her being taken away.
Only after reuniting did it get somewhat better.
He hadn’t dreamed of her for more than half a month.
He hadn’t expected to dream of her again tonight.
Perhaps it was her reaction during the day that made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.
Lying in bed with open eyes, Yan Yan didn’t fully recover from those emotions for several minutes.
Suddenly, he desperately wanted to see her, even just to hear her voice, her slightest breath.
As long as he could confirm she was still there.
He almost instinctively reached for the phone on the nightstand and dialed the number he had memorized long ago.