"So it's best that you stop pestering me, ok? It's wrong of us to do this. The injury I'm suffering must be some sort of retribution."
Lu Nanze was flabbergasted.
Where did all of this come from?
But those words she had just said, "although I can't remember you, every time I see you, I feel uneasy," they tightened his chest and were painful.
He clenched his fists. Those eyes that seemed to be perpetually smiling now glared at her icily.
After a moment, he suddenly asked, "So you no longer love me?"
Qiao Lian snapped out her daze and nodded decisively.
This was like slashing his already wounded heart twice.
Lu Nanze frowned and continued, "And you… love him?"
Him?
As in Shen Liangchuan?
Qiao Lian turned back and looked in the direction of the man.
She paused and hesitated for a moment before she said, "I don't know, after all, I don't remember the past."