Lan Ruowei looked at him, puzzled.
Ji Xi Yu didn't speak, he drove away from the gate of the park, and finally stopped at a quiet location. Outside the window, withered yellow leaves were flying, the ground was golden like flames.
Lan Ruowei's gaze fell on the branches, where she vaguely saw traces of green. After a few seconds, she withdrew her gaze: "You can speak now."
"What do you want to ask?" Ji Xi Yu's hand rested on the steering wheel, involuntarily tightening.
"Our past."
Lan Ruowei looked up, her eyes sparkling like stars. She wasn't a fool, every behavior of Ji Xi Yu told her that she knew him before.
Perhaps... they even loved each other!
The moment this thought occurred to her, Lan Ruowei was startled. It couldn't be. If they had loved, why would she have no memory at all?
She must be overthinking it.
"The past."
