Zhixi was stunned.
How could he guess the name...
Him saying this meant he didn't intend to tell her his name.
Zhixi felt a slight twinge of disappointment, but she also realized she might have asked an inappropriate question, so she lowered her head in embarrassment, "I can't guess… Well, goodbye."
The man looked at her deeply without speaking.
Zhixi turned and walked along the main road, still able to feel the man's intense gaze.
Her cheeks also grew slightly warm.
...
He Jingyao watched her until she walked out the gate and got into a taxi.
He swallowed, his eyes dark.
It had been five days.
His patience was nearly exhausted.
If this continued, he feared he might not be able to resist holding her in his arms when she was in a daze. Every time she looked at him with that bewildered yet enamored gaze, he couldn't help wanting to take her home immediately.
So what if she couldn't remember.
No matter how many times she forgot him, she would fall in love with him again.
