During those three days Li Niang trapped him, Wang Zheng felt as though he had lived half a lifetime, shuddering every time he thought of it.
Li Niang didn't physically harm him, but her words and actions relentlessly tormented him, instilling fear and panic, especially when she spoke of 'memories', making his hair stand on end.
She seemed too real.
It was as if he truly had done the things she mentioned; those thoughts repeatedly deepened in his mind, sometimes even making him doubt whether he really had lost those memories, if he truly had shared tender moments with her.
Whenever such thoughts crossed his mind, the peace charm hanging around his neck would faintly heat up, jolting him back to reality.
Teng Tianhan was dumbfounded hearing his account.
He seemed to see a tender, infatuated beauty showering Wang Zheng with affection, portraying Wang Zheng as a heartless scoundrel.
But he knew, Wang Zheng was not that kind of person.
