He carried those memories alone, unwilling to make her recall them or let her know about them.
"Yiliang, don't ask," for the first time, his eyes showed a plea, "just know that my love for you has never changed, and we will never part again."
Mu Yiliang heard the beating of her heart.
Although she had long believed they had a past, this was the first time she received confirmation from this man's mouth.
So they really did know each other once.
"Then... did I love you too?" she asked softly.
His gaze suddenly became tender, and he softly said, "Mm."
"But... I've forgotten..." She lowered her eyes, "including those feelings. Even though I'm drawn to you now, it's far from loving you as much as before."
Yan Sijue's throat choked, lightly shaking his head, "It's okay, my love for you is enough. You can take your time."
When Mu Yiliang looked up, her gaze tangled with the man's. His gaze was as gentle and passionate as ever, enough to drown her in its gentleness and passion...
