Gu Yi'an finally compromised.
She always felt that those memories were very important, very precious, something she would rather die than lose, how precious could that be?
So she was still willing to listen to Xiao Ye.
Although the memories were already disjointed, facing this cold-faced, cold-voiced, cold-hearted Xiao Ye, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. Perhaps this was a subconscious behavior, as she subconsciously believed Xiao Ye wouldn't harm her, and that was enough.
"Alright." Gu Yi'an agreed.
Xiao Ye was silent for a while, and finally spoke slowly: "I... I need to temporarily regain control over the body."
Gu Yi'an looked up, somewhat confused, at Xiao Ye, and after a moment, said softly: "I just want... to remember..."
Seeing her reply, Xiao Ye pressed his lips together and said no more, directly turning around and heading into the mist, his figure quickly disappearing.
And Gu Yi'an also closed her eyes.
