Su Yingxue pursed her lips, remaining silent.
If she were to express her true feelings, it would certainly hurt Chu Chengye.
She didn't dare to tell him to his face that she felt no fluttering of the heart for him.
She couldn't remember the past, and she couldn't fuss over it, but these few days since waking up, she truly hadn't developed any fondness for Chu Chengye—she saw him no differently than any other man, nothing special.
But as for Chu Yihan...
Su Yingxue clutched at her chest, finding that she now felt a pang of heartache whenever she thought of Chu Yihan.
When he said he wouldn't marry her even if it meant marrying a dog, her heart felt as though it was being sliced apart.
Despite having no memory and relying solely on feelings, the impression Chu Yihan left her was so deep it seemed to tear her heart into pieces.
