"Are you saying that what we had was just a game?!"
Mo Ran sensed something was off, grabbed his arm urgently, and asked, "Do you really not remember me? Don't you remember anything about our past?"
Gu Yixuan glanced at her hand, his brows slightly furrowed.
He didn't like others touching him, but her touch didn't annoy him, which he found strange.
"You're right, I don't remember who you are."
Without a trace, he removed her hand and took out a cheque, signed it, and handed it to her.
"Here's five hundred thousand. Whatever your goal is, don't come bother me anymore." Considering he didn't dislike her, he thought it kind to give her some money.
"Do you really not remember me?" Mo Ran stared at him incredulously, her eyes reddening, tears falling without warning.
