As Mu Qingqing stared at her reflection in the mirror, her mind considered the possibility of falling in love with him. As she contemplated the idea, a sudden image from her past came crashing into her mind.
She was transported back to a time when she woke up in a strange room next to a man she barely knew. He was naked, and she was she. With a small sigh, she leaned against the bed when she heard a voice coming from the other side of the room. It was a voice she knew all too well, and it sent shivers down her spine.
It was the voice of Mo Qinhe, her fiance. The man she hated more than anyone else in the world. She shuddered at the memory and tried to push it away. But it was like a dark cloud looming over her, refusing to dissipate.