It was me on our wedding night (2)

In the quiet room, she looked at his eyes that were so close to her. She did not understand why it was him.

She was not in a hurry to ask, for fear that the answer was not something she could accept or want to hear.

Their eyes met, and neither of them looked away.

Only the sound of their breathing could be heard in the air. It was especially clear, like the end of a piano piece, slowly entering their ears, helping each other to recall something.

The man caressed her slightly wet hair. Unlike most men, he did not pull up his pants and ignore her. Instead, he hugged her tightly and used his remaining warmth to warm her. After a long time, he kissed her forehead.

It was a kiss of pure love, without any color.

"You still haven't remembered?"

Tong Lu blinked. A tear formed on her long eyelashes and fell on his palm. He was about to catch the second drop, but she buried her face deep in his sweaty neck. She bit his flesh and moaned in a very low voice.