Chen Ziyang was baffled.
He had never expected such a response from the young girl.
"I, I said I wanted to marry you?"
Chen Ziyang couldn't help but laugh and cry, "No, Sister, I've never even met you. How could I possibly have said I wanted to marry you?"
Upon hearing this, the young girl's expression became even more resentful.
She pressed her delicate lips tightly, staring at Chen Ziyang as if he were a heartbreaker.
Chen Ziyang felt uncomfortable under her gaze.
"Could you have mistaken me for someone else?"
"How could I possibly mistake you?!"
The young girl grew agitated, "You, you even bathed with me!"
Chen Ziyang knew he hadn't lost his memory.
But on the other hand, the young girl didn't seem delusional, either?
How had such a big misunderstanding arisen?
"Alright, tell me your name. I might really have forgotten..."
Chen Ziyang felt rather unsure of himself.
The young girl appeared infuriated.
