In the hotel lounge, Eliza Yan lay uncomfortably beside the bed. Half-conscious, he saw a pair of shiny men's leather shoes from the corner of his eye.
The man stood by the bed for a long time, then turned and walked to the sofa not far away to sit down.
Eliza Yan could only see his slender and powerful legs. Who was he? She felt as if a fire was burning in her body, and she couldn't help but turn over and look over.
"Do you still recognize me?" The man's voice was deep and seemed to be mixed with disappointment.
After four years of not seeing each other, she had forgotten about him. A person of no importance, or she had forgotten about it long ago.
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