"My surname is Yao," he said faintly. "You can call me Mr. Yao. As for anything more, I can't tell you right now."
"Mr. Yao..."
She murmured the name, the syllables rolling in her throat. It felt a little familiar, as if it had appeared in some scene before.
'Yao?'
Her eyes flew open and her expression changed. A dusty page of the plot suddenly flipped open in her memory.
'The heartless scoundrel from the script who tricked Song Qingya, sold her to an old man in the countryside, and let her be tormented to death…'
'Didn't he have the surname Yao?'
That man was gentle and considerate on the surface, but in reality, he was ruthless and cruel, specializing in exploiting women's trust for his own gain.
...
「The next day.」
Song Qingya was woken by the sunlight. She opened her eyes to see it was already noon.
