That night, Skye Brown didn't sleep well.
It wasn't because of Norman York's confession, but because she had a dream.
In the dream, she seemed to return to many years ago, still in her early twenties, at her most youthful and vibrant.
She met the persistent (forceful and domineering) Dylan Wellington, who wouldn't take no for an answer.
That hateful, yet deeply captivating man grabbed her hand and pinned her on the large bed.
The hotel's room smelled of ambiguity...
He had claimed her countless times there, asking if she was willing to be his girlfriend.
As long as she said 'no', he would kiss her fiercely, deeply possessing her...
Until finally, she couldn't endure it anymore, begging for mercy under him, agreeing to date him, only then would he let her go.
From a young age, she never believed in love, except for Lily; one could say no one else could make her open her heart.
Skye Brown had long stopped believing in true love in this world.
