Wen Ran suddenly felt a surge of warmth inside her, and a tenderness shone in her watery eyes as she softly said, "Mo Xiuchen, I really don't care if you remember the past or not, just as long as we are together forever from now on, nothing else matters."
The past had already become a memory.
The present and the future were what she cared about and treasured the most.
Even so, there was still a hint of unease in her heart. Mo Xiuchen freed one hand and reached out to hold her small hand resting on her lap, his voice tender and indulgent as it fell on her ear, "Ranran, we will always be together, we definitely will."
He would never let go of her hand again. He would never let her experience that sort of pain and helplessness. From now on, he was there for her, and his Ranran only needed to joyfully enjoy life.
The warmth from his palm seeped through her skin into her heart, making Wen Ran feel secure and warm.
