Mu Yiliang gave a slight start, looking into his eyes.
She had never doubted his feelings; every time he looked at her, the depth of emotion in his eyes seemed about to overflow.
It was as if she was his entire world.
But this deep affection made her feel utterly unconfident to bear it; she didn't know what she had done before to make him love her to such an extent.
She didn't even know if she could love him now as she did before...
"...Why did I forget everything from the past? How wonderful it would be if I still remembered," she murmured softly.
Yan Sijue seemed to tremble.
He gripped her fingers tightly and spoke lowly: "No, maybe it's good to forget, because... the Yan Sijue of the past doesn't deserve your love."
Mu Yiliang was stunned.
"If the past you wasn't worth loving... then is the present me worth such love from you?"
"Yes." He said without hesitation, his voice slightly trembling, "Yiliang, to me, your importance surpasses everything."
