She is not Mù Qiānxún.
So what he means is, he never took her as Mù Qiānxún.
Ye Xiaoyu sighed in relief in her heart.
The next moment, a faint smile appeared on her face, and then, amidst Anjue's stiff demeanor, she rested her head on his shoulder, her small hand covered his large hand, fingers intertwined.
"Anjue, I'm very tired. I don't want to struggle anymore, can we just live like this?"
Whether she has amnesia or not.
No matter how much happened in the past.
At least, she has seen that Anjue is changing.
And she is really tired.
Anjue's love is strong, frightening, even overwhelming.
She simply couldn't resist.
The result of resistance is mutual destruction.
Besides, she knows her own situation, to say something inappropriate, she's not belittling herself, but there are really few who can carefully take care of her like Anjue.
Anjue's expression relaxed a bit.
"You... what did you say?"
Ye Xiaoyu snuggled deeper into his embrace.
