The air had grown subtly stagnant.
Lu Mianmian felt her heart rushing violently, as if waiting for Wen Mulan's answer.
What kind of answer would he give this time?
"Yes, I forgot, but forgetting the past related to Mianmian doesn't mean I've forgotten that feeling too. Even if I did forget, this feeling is telling me that I love her. Mu Qing, if you truly love someone, you'll understand, no matter what happens, you'll still love them because that affection is etched into your bones and blood!" Wen Mulan replied with solemn earnestness.
Lu Mianmian stared at Wen Mulan in surprise, her eyes suddenly becoming moist.
Pfft!
The sharp tip of the sword pierced directly into Wen Mulan's shoulder.
Wen Mulan grunted in pain, but his feet didn't move an inch backward. He still stood in front of Mianmian, assuming a protector's stance.
Lu Mianmian jumped in fright, then glared at Wen Mulan with an angry face, "How can you do this?"
