"Even if there were, that was in the past," she said unwillingly, trying to shift from a passive position.
Jingwu's purple eyes darkened as he looked at her, his gaze deepening, "Is it really just the past?"
She was just arguing with him and didn't expect that her words would hurt him; Jian Qing could clearly see the pain in the depths of his eyes. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
She lowered her gaze to the ring on her hand, and they both fell into an eerie silence.
After a while, Jian Qing shifted slightly and extended her fair hand, lightly covering his. The cool palm felt exceptionally warm to Jingwu.
He grasped her hand in return, pulling her close and hugging her tightly, "Sweetheart, it doesn't matter if you've forgotten me; I will always be with you. Even if you can't remember our past, I will fill that blank space in your memory with our future."
