"How about just calling me Azi?"

"Azi..." Liu Ye chewed these two words repeatedly, and many vague fragments flashed intermittently in his mind like a revolving lantern. Each fragment was about himself and the man in purple in his dream.

Silver eyes stared straight at Zi Qingge. Could there be some connection between him and the man in purple? Although his brother told him not to think too much, he couldn't do it at all. The person who suddenly appeared in the dream drove ...