"Mo Xiuchen, we used to be deeply in love. You once promised that you would marry me, so our marriage isn't just a casual decision."
Cheng Jia's face turned pale instantly.
She looked at Mo Xiuchen with sorrow, desperately trying to defend herself.
Mo Xiuchen handed her a tissue, his still eyes masked deep emotions that were hard to decipher.
But his voice was not as cold as before.
If it were any other day, Cheng Jia would be delighted by his tone of voice.
"You've said it. That was the past, not the present. Cheng Jia, I don't have any memory of you now. Even if we get married, it's not possible for me to treat you well. So, we could only wait until my memory returns, or until I fall in love with you again."
Filled with tears, Cheng Jia's eyes flashed with hesitation.
His words 'fall in love again' held a great temptation for her.
She knew that Mo Xiuchen is not a man who is easily swayed.
Since he had made a decision, it meant that no matter whether she agreed or not,
