"Who is this lady?"
Even if Chiaki got blood in her throat, she couldn't resist the urge to say, "What do you mean, my lord?! This is Chiaki."
"My face is ruined already, I know, but can't you tell I'm her?"
"And who is- who is Chiaki?"
Lance Hua asked that with not an ounce of cruel jokes in him. He frowned his forehead at the genuine confusion.
"Are you saying that. . . You don't remember me?"
Chiaki had a whiplash when she searched Azure's face. She had her gaping mouth asked the guy silently.
"What happened?" She gripped his wrist.
Compared to the scorching pain on her face, this was more terrible. The soreness and itch on each muscle paled in comparison to being not acknowledged by her husband.
Besides, they had a long talk recently. How could it become like this?
"Was his head hit? Did he get a contusion?"
Her heart pounded loudly in her ribcage.
