Yi Ling's red lips moved, but she had nothing to say.
Yan Huan closed, and opened her eyes. She felt as if her heart was weighed down by heavy objects.
"What you're trying to say is that he remembered everything but me?"
"Well, he doesn't remember me either," Yi Ling answered in an instinctive manner. However, she instantly realized something, and she wanted to smack her own mouth.
Yan Huan was powerless to face these things. Her eyes were fixed on the people in front of her. All of their facial expressions ranged from worry, guilt, and fear.
If that was the case, everyone had known about this, and accepted everything wholeheartedly. What they could not accept might actually be her.
If only Lu Yi and Yan Huan had died together, then none of them would be tangled in this mess. They would not have to be so afraid, thinking of every way possible to keep her in the dark.
