"Nan, what are you looking at?"
Nan Mufeng didn't speak, nor did he look at her.
"Nan, you're different today compared to yesterday. Have you remembered our past?" Alisha probed.
Nan Mufeng remained silent.
Only that woman from last night triggered a desire in him to speak, to think. Others failed to pique his interest.
In his eyes, Alisha was no different than the trees and grass outside.
Soon, a servant brought another brand-new gown. Alisha said, "Nan, this gown is a spare; don't throw it away again…"
Before Alisha could finish her sentence, Nan Mufeng suddenly took action.
He snatched the gown from the servant's hands and tossed it out the window.
Everyone was stunned, including Alisha.
That was... a blatant slap in the face!
Having lost his memory and become an introverted adult child, does he still refuse to get engaged to her?
Alisha's face burned with anger; she couldn't control her temper any longer and grabbed Nan Mufeng, raising her hand to slap him.
