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Ye Shengge shook her head, hugged him tightly and buried her wet face in his chest.

"It's alright. I'm just too happy." She sounded like she was about to cry. "I've finally waited for you… Am I dreaming?"

Even now, she still felt that everything was surreal. She was afraid that this was another dream of hers, and she would still be alone after waking up from the dream.

Ji Shiting was dazed for a bit, then he hugged her tighter.

"It's not a dream," he said. "Sorry."

Ye Shengge rubbed her tears against his chest, sniffed, looked up at him and said, "You still love me, don't you, Shiting?"

The fact that the man had lost his memory had once shocked her. No wonder he had been so cold ever since they met.

He said that she was just a stranger to him now.

However, his body still retained his memories of her, so he became the Ji Shiting she was familiar with with with just a kiss.

The man stroked her face, his eyes extremely dark.