"I thought as much." Xia Qingyi said in a self-deprecating tone, "You've always seen me as a burden. After I regain my memory, you'll not hesitate to dump me. You might not even wait until I regain my memory to do so."
Mo Han's tone became stern as well, the cigarette in his hand extinguished unknowingly some time ago. "It's indeed my fault that I did not mention you to neither my parents nor Shen Rou. But these matters are complicated, I'll explain to you in more detail when I have time."
"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything to me."
Xia Qingyi felt as though she was completely and hopelessly lost. In the past, she had not felt much when she had heard others say that Mo Han was a cold-hearted person, that he was overly rational. After seeing that he had actually never mentioned her existence to anyone else, she felt that he was prepared to send her off and remove all traces of her at any moment.
