513 We Can't Meet Again

Ji Shiting grabbed her wrist and said, "Don't be afraid."

Ye Shengge bit her lips and mumbled, "Sorry…"

"Don't blame yourself," the man said. "You can't hurt me. It can only mean one thing if you can hurt me. This is my choice."

Ye Shengge blinked and said, "You don't even remember. What makes you say that?"

"Ye Shengge, I might have lost my memory, but my intelligence still remains." He looked at her disdainfully. "I know what reasoning is."

Ye Shengge's eyelashes fluttered.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down and helped him remove the bandage.

Her hands trembled even more as she looked at the fresh wound on the man's chest.

She had stabbed him with her own hands. If it had been a bit deeper, he might've died.

She couldn't breathe at that moment, and she was terrified.

"Ye Shengge." The man said. "You caused this wound yourself."

Ye Shengge looked up at him.