"It won't happen," Gu Yu looked at her with a tender gaze, enunciating each word, "Qin Jianyang found a video of a Jay Chou concert, which included a clip of me confessing my love to you... I watched that video, and although I don't remember that moment, I still know how deeply I love you."
"..."
Tang Yuran gazed at the Gu Yu before her, his eyes like a serene lake in the spring, capable of engulfing her with ripples stirred by the gentlest of breezes.
She watched him, lost in thought for a while, then shook her head firmly and said, "So, you still can't remember any of the things from our past?"
Hearing her question, Gu Yu fell silent for a moment, then nodded and replied, "I'm sorry, not only about your matters, but indeed many things from the past are unclear to me."
Tang Yuran opened her mouth to speak, but Gu Yu cut in before she could continue, "I'm sorry, Tang Yuran, but would you be willing to start over with me?"
