Memories, like floodwaters unleashed, surged violently through Fu Han's mind, threatening to blow it apart, a chaotic maelstrom of recollections.
Xia Ning stood with hands on her hips beside the pool, gazing down at Fu Han with superiority, "Fu Han, didn't you want to remember the past? Have you remembered now? It was also in this swimming pool, He Xing's eyes had only me. I told you He Xing liked me, but you wouldn't believe it; do you remember now?"
Every word she uttered pierced Fu Han's heart like needles, the final image seared in her mind being that of He Xing wrongfully accusing her of pushing Xia Ning into the water, after which, heartbroken and in despair, she left behind the engagement ring and parted ways.
Xia Ning keenly observed the changes in Fu Han's expression, seeing her face pale, she knew her words had hit their mark.
