Jun Xiaomo continued to run along aimlessly. Her heartbeats thundered in her ear – heavy, yet powerless.

Having lost her memory, she felt as though her life were akin to the path she was on, extending endlessly into the darkness. It was most certainly not a path she could call her own.

She had thought that things would be much easier after leaving Ye Xiuwen’s side. Unfortunately, the further she ran from Ye Xiuwen, the more lost she felt, and the more intense the dread and uncertainty plaguing her heart.

Even though the shackles imposed by Ye Xiuwen made her feel incredibly stifled, it remained a fact that the only person she had come into contact after regaining consciousness was Ye Xiuwen himself. In other words, just like what Ye Xiuwen had mentioned, it was a fresh start, and the only person in her memory since this fresh start was Ye Xiuwen alone.

Thus, the tension in her heart hardly eased up when she drew further and further away from Ye Xiuwen. Instead, it only sank deeper into the mires of loss and dread.

Who is she? Where did she come from? Who else did she use to have in her life before she lost her memories?

Jun Xiaomo began to slow down...