He was bewildered.
He was uneasy.
He was nervous...
"Emperor Quan..."
She finally took a deep breath, furrowed her brows, and spoke with a hoarse voice.
"What on earth is wrong with you... Tell me..."
"Zhan Xiaoyao, can't you remember?" Emperor Quan held her face, asking her urgently.
Professor Lv had once made it very clear to him that Zhan Se had sought her help to seal off all her memories about him. She was in pain; she wanted to forget that part of her life—forget about him, about Thirteen, about everything related to him.
