"Yan'er, it doesn't matter. Don't force yourself to do this. Let's forget about this." Tang Luo tapped Rong Yan softly on her shoulder, his voice was full of gentleness.
Rong Yan could not get over it. This man must be very important to her. Otherwise, she would not feel such an enormous sense of heartbreak and pain when she knew that she had lost her memory.
However, she had done her best and still could not remember him.
The icy cold moonlight spilled over Rong Yan's body, casting a shadow on the ground. She looked extremely desolate and weak, as if even a straw could pin her down to the ground.
Sitting next to Rong Yan, Tang Luo's eyes were full of sorrow. However, he knew that he could not live without her. He had even resorted to such a despicable means to make Rong Yan stay by his side. Even though he felt a sense of regret, he would never let her go.
"Yan'er, I have lost all my senses as I am so in love with you. Please don't blame me…"
