Yan Li'an had been secretly investigating those inexplicable fragments in his mind these days.
He always felt those fragments were important.
In the fragments, there was always a young woman he found familiar, yet he could never quite recall her eyes.
He could vaguely see from the images that when the woman wore a peach-red Luo dress, she was especially beautiful.
Red lips, white teeth, a small palm-sized face, and a delicate nose… Every feature was just right. The only regret was that the place where her eyes should be was always veiled by layers of fog.
Yan Li'an was too curious.
That's why he took the risk and acted prematurely.
Pretending to be the Sect Hierarch, he ordered Abiao to capture Yan Wanqing.
"I've always had a question I wanted to ask you, why did you seem so familiar with me the first time we met…" Yan Li'an slowly started, "A normal woman wouldn't be so bold as to call a stranger brother upon their first meeting."
