"Liuu Tianyuan?!"
Su Han's body shook violently, his gaze fixated on the fiery red figure, plunging into deep reminiscence.
The figure, like the shadow, lacked a discernible face; only two pitch-black eyes revealed that this was a person.
In his memories...
...
"Su Han, Qingyao is not a suitable match for you. You should abandon this idea."
In front of a thatched cottage stood three figures.
The first was Su Han, dressed in white, his black hair falling like flowing ink.
The second was a woman of captivating allure, a stunning beauty radiating elegance and charm.
She was Liuu Qingyao.
The third person, the one who spoke, looked about thirty years old, his hair a striking green, dressed in bold red attire, resembling a groom ready for his wedding day—a peculiar sight.
His name was Liuu Tianyuan.
