111 His Dark Eyes Wavered (1)

In a daze, Qiao Lian felt as though her chest was pinned under a large piece of warm rock.

A familiar masculine scent wafted into her nostrils, causing her to try and open her eyes, in an attempt to see exactly what was happening.

However, since she had stayed awake late into the night, she was currently extremely tired.

As she waged a war with her eyelids, she heard a soft voice. It was as though the voice was emanating from the deepest parts of her memories, and it was loud enough for her to think that it was being spoken right beside her ear. The voice said, "Xiao Qiao, why are you so good to me?"

Xiao Qiao: …

The familiar greeting, in addition to the unique way the word 'Qiao' was spoken, caused her to reminiscence events from the past, even if they had happened so many years ago.

She abruptly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Shen Liangchuan's bottomless gaze.