Shen Xuanzhi's eyes lowered.
His knobby, rough fingers curled into a fist, turning white.
Flashes of a chaotic rainy night crossed his mind, the image of her clinging to him, hugging him tightly, almost losing control. He remembered the faint scent of her body, remembered the shivers as his coarse fingers brushed her fair skin.
But at the end, only one sentence remained.
"Miss Huo, your memory is confused, isn't it?"
Huo Sijiao was very particular and wouldn't let him off so easily. "Half a year ago, during the month when my brother had a car accident. At the temple in the suburbs of Haicheng, Huo Beiting sent people to humiliate me, to let the second branch of the family fall into complete despair."
"It was you who drove away those thugs and even helped me treat the abrasions."
