Before the bloody lines covering his body could be exposed, Si Yehan suddenly regained his wits and grasped Ye Wanwan's hand.
Ye Wanwan resentfully stared at her grasped hand. "Ah-Jiu, tell me truthfully—do you not love me anymore? Don't tell me you have a lover on the outside! Who is it?"
Si Yehan: "…"
How could he not love her? She was the only source of meaning and light in his desolate life.
"And I even love you to death and devotedly want no one else but you…"
Her words were akin to white arsenic corroding his heart but they were also encased in such sweet syrup that he would willingly drink it…
Si Yehan was silent for some time before finally uttering, "Wanwan, I know you're currently trying to recover your memories."
Ye Wanwan's expression was startled, and her foggy brain instantly cleared greatly.
She didn't expect Si Yehan to suddenly bring up this topic that they had been purposefully avoiding for so long.
