Xingtian's eyes darkened slightly, and his subtle emotions did not escape her notice.
"You're forcing yourself again. An Ruo, didn't I say it doesn't matter if you can't recover your memory, don't torture yourself like this."
"This isn't torture. Xingtian, you can't understand the feeling of having no memory. I want to recover my memory, I want to find everything from the past, I don't want to be someone who doesn't even know who they are!" An Ruo retorted him faintly.
Xingtian's gaze grew increasingly dark, and he pressed his lips, saying, "I can understand your feelings, I feel just as bad because you lost your memory. But, are memories really that important, more than your health? An Ruo, you've only lost your past memories, but you can still have future ones. I promise, your future memories will all be beautiful, don't force yourself if you can't remember the past."
He indeed did not want her to recover her memory.
