C187 The Last Time We Met

"What's that scent?" Ning Shuihan stirred from his slumber, his first words upon awakening.

He had long forgotten the aroma belonged to white jade cake, yet the craving for it lingered deep within him.

Thus, the white jade cake rekindled an awareness in his soul.

"Mr. Ning, you're awake. Come on, have some of your beloved white jade cake," Yin Sha said