"Can you really bear to?" Ji Shiting smiled. "Why do I feel like you can't bear to part with me?"
Ye Shengge almost burst into tears upon hearing the man's confident and lazy tone.
"You're mistaken." Ye Shengge's face was stiff, and her voice was stiff. "I can't wait to part with you."
The man wasn't mad at all. Instead, he sighed and said, "But I don't want to be separated from you."
Ye Shengge's determination was crushed by his words. Although she kept reminding herself to hold it in, her eyes couldn't help turning red.
"Why? Didn't you… forget me?" She bit her lips and tried to act nonchalant.
"That's right. I don't remember you." He looked at her red lips as if he was imagining how she would feel. "But that doesn't stop me from being interested in you."
Ye Shengge's heart pounded, but soon, she felt sour.
"Perhaps you're imagining things." Ye Shengge took a deep breath. "You were starting to get sick of me before you got hurt."
