"How long?" Sheng Qianxia had never considered this question, was startled for a moment, and continued, "I don't know how long. At least, at least a few months, I guess?"
Gong Beiyao replied coldly, "Just for a single sentence, you need several months?"
She could feel the coldness emanating from him.
She hugged him tightly, biting her lip, "Gong Beiyao. Haven't you ever liked someone? If you have, then you should know that forgetting someone is a very lengthy process."
"I never try to forget," Gong Beiyao said.
Sheng Qianxia stiffened, "Right, you... have a photographic memory." Even if you should forget, you probably can't.
Gong Beiyao loosened his grip, wondering how he could have fallen for this damn woman.
It was not because he had a photographic memory that he didn't try to forget.
It was because he had never, for a moment, thought of forgetting.
Because he had never excluded her from his world.
Because since he met her, she had become an inseparable part of his life.
