"Of course I've thought about it," said Su Cheng, a fleeting glint in his eyes, but it dimmed the next second, and even the tone of his voice noticeably turned gloomy, "But the doctor said there's nothing wrong with her brain, and they can't find the reason for her amnesia."
"So..." Nan Qing's gaze softened as it sharpened, staring unwaveringly at Su Cheng, "I mean, if Fu Han has amnesia and confesses to you, would you be with her?"
"How could that be possible!" Su Cheng shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Do you mean to say that it's impossible for her to confess to you, or that even if she did, you wouldn't agree?" Nan Qing was relentless in her pursuit with her beautiful eyes locked on Su Cheng.
Under her gaze, a blush crept up Su Cheng's cheeks, and for the first time, he felt a sense of oppression coming from Nan Qing—someone who shared his birthday and was only an hour older than him.
