If it weren't for that time when he lost his memory, they wouldn't have what they have now.
Thinking about it now, Meng Tingting can't help but sigh at how mysterious fate is.
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Shortly after they returned to the room, Qiaoqiao was arranged by the butler to leave the house.
Che stood upstairs, watching her departing figure.
Meng Tingting stood next to him, holding his hand, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I always think of the past."
"The past?"
"When my mother was still around, she always wanted to leave, but my father wouldn't let her go. Everyone said she was my dad's wife and had to consider her identity and couldn't leave. Until later, she used the most extreme way..."
Thinking about it now, if there had been even one person willing to reach out and help my mother back then, maybe none of it would have happened.
Meng Tingting glanced at Che, and it seemed Qiaoqiao's appearance reminded him of those things from childhood.
