Qin Jianxi's expression made it impossible to guess what she was thinking, but Fu Ge couldn't see a trace of love in her eyes.
This made his heart turn cold.
He took a deep breath and said dryly, "Let's have a good talk."
For five years, he had been like a walking corpse. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, she was always there. Now, God had finally sent her back.
Even if she lost her memory, he would not give up on her just like that.
Unless he died.
At worst... He would woo her again.
Since he could make her like him once, he could naturally make her like him a second time.
Compared to feelings, nothing was more important than her being alive.
After thinking about it, the joy in his heart slowly spread.
She was alive...That's great. Thank God.
He took two or three steps forward and reached out to hug her. He wanted to feel her existence now.
