Xu Rouguang's eyes flickered upon hearing those words. Despite the fact that everyone else had deemed them immortal enemies—even their old selves did, Lai Mingjie finally admitted to recalling hints of memories between the two of them... that weren't filled with hatred and blood.
The warmth of his hands and the softness of his hands...
A rich blush painted Xu Rouguang's cheeks red as he lowered his gaze at their interlocked fingers. He wondered how much of this did his memories could show him; would it even remember this kind of situation?
Romance between a child of heaven and a demon king...
Xu Rouguang's mood gradually turned dark and bitter. His eyes narrowed at nothing in particular; even the hold he had on Lai Mingjie's hand tightened.
