The room that had just been wiped clean was once again covered in water stains.
But this time, its owner had no mood to clean it up.
Tang Yuehua looked no older than twenty-six or twenty-seven. Her skin was fair, her brows delicate, her eyes bright and almond-shaped. Her whole person exuded a gentle, poetic air.
Her long silver-gray hair was pinned up, and a silver-white gown draped over her exquisite, graceful figure. She possessed a noble, elegant temperament that was pleasing to the eye.
Her eyes seemed capable of seeing through everything in the world, carrying a peculiar power.
But at that moment, as she looked at the man before her, those distinctive eyes held a hint of nervousness, wariness, and curiosity.
She was nervous because the man was too powerful. Being alone in the same room with him left her uneasy.
Her vigilance stemmed from the same reason. She feared that he might suddenly turn into a wolf and do something improper to her.
Her curiosity, however, came from a woman's nature. The way the man had appeared was simply too strange.
"By the way, what's your name? Do you still remember?" Tang Yuehua asked, looking at the man anxiously.
"Me... Ye Han."
After a brief silence, a name slipped from his lips.
That name seemed etched into his blood, into every cell of his body. It was as though he had used it for countless years and could never forget it.
"Ye Han, may I call you that?" Tang Yuehua asked.
"Yes."
Ye Han nodded.
"Then, Ye Han, do you remember your family or friends? Don't force yourself if you can't remember. You'll definitely recall them someday," Tang Yuehua said.
"Xue Er!~" Ye Han spoke, calling out another name.
Unfortunately, Tang Yuehua had no idea who Xue