"I can't promise that I'll remember, so let's assume I'll never remember, but if you insist on making me remember, I'm afraid it'll only disappoint you."
"Why not start over, with the me now, and you."
Being watched by his dark, bright eyes, Ye Muyu felt a warmth throughout her body. She hadn't anticipated Chu Heng saying something like this, but undeniably, this felt lighter than obsessing over when he would regain his memory.
"Ah Yu, come here." Chu Heng reached out his hand to her.
Ye Muyu, hearing this name again, felt a sting in her nose. Maybe even she hadn't realized that her feelings for Chu Heng were not something she could just let go of when she said she would.
Without touching, one can pretend to be unaware, but once touched, the sourness only intensifies.
Looking at the large hand in front of her, Ye Muyu still hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out. The moment they touched his fingertips, the man pulled hard, and she was embraced in his arms.
