She hated herself so much that she had lost all her memories.
Jiang Yehan heart ached as he threw Yi Yu Yan away. He wanted to hug her in his arms. Seeing her look, his heart had been badly hurt.
The prison guard walked in at some unknown time, holding the Jiang Yehan from left to right. Someone even walked over and forcefully handcuffed his feet to the legs of the chair.
He kept struggling. In the end, he couldn't hold back four hands. His hands were still under control, and every cell in his body was clamoring for hatred.
"Yi Yu Yan, why don't you come after me? Let Yu Sheng go."
Yi Yu Yan smirked dangerously." Just enjoy yourself. The more I see you in pain, the more pleasure I am."
"You..." Jiang Yehan gnashed his teeth in hatred, but he could not break free. He could only stare
