Give Me Your Hand

"That man was wild, arrogant, barbaric, and violent. In my opinion, he wasn't a normal person at all. After Feng Yiru escaped the sea of bitterness, she rushed back to our side. Back then, when she met that man, she used a fake identity. When she returned, she immediately changed back to her previous identity. When that man found out that she had escaped, he looked for her everywhere like he had gone crazy. However, what the man didn't expect was that when he finally found Feng Yiru, he only found an ice-cold corpse." Madam Crimson Snow slowly recounted the past. Her eyes were in a daze, as if she was recalling what had happened all those years.

After a moment of silence, Madam Crimson Snow returned to her senses and looked at Feng Qing with a smile. "If I remember correctly, you should be nineteen this year, right?"

Feng Qing nodded. "Yes, I'm exactly nineteen years old."