"Haven't you ever wondered why you've been able to survive up to now and still keep your consciousness? Have you never been curious about why you can exist in a relationship with me that's similar to symbiosis?" Qian Jiangyue posed the questions that Nan Yuan couldn't answer.
What could Nan Yuan say? Have I been curious?
Therefore, he chose silence; in fact, as soon as he heard these two questions, Nan Yuan already had a bad premonition.
"Because inside your body, there's a fragment of my soul—the part I truly lack," said Qian Jiangyue, her gaze piercing. "I want to take it back."
After hearing these words, Nan Yuan even forgot what he was planning to do. He felt something emerging deep within his mind, something he didn't want to remember.
Nan Yuan held his head with both hands, but it was of no use.
Qian Jiangyue's words were like a key, the key that could unlock the shackles sealing his memories.
