After she finished speaking, Beigong Cang's gaze suddenly changed, and with a cold snort, he slid off her, saying coldly, "There is no past, huh? Ha! Then where did Lele come from? Lele's existence simply makes it impossible for us to forget everything that happened. I have never forgotten, yet you have always been trying to forget, haven't you?"
"No... That's not it..." Qianning tried to explain, but Beigong Cang had already turned and strode out of the room, not giving her another glance.
Qianning sat up from the bed, watching his retreating figure. She grabbed the clothes from the floor to cover her body, while tears slowly slid down her cheeks. What on earth was she doing? And how could Beigong Cang treat her like this?
The night was already deep when Qianning dragged her exhausted body back home.
