"Of course, I love you. Such a stupid question. Which husband doesn't love his own wife?" Mo Nanjue's eyebrows raised slightly, his handsome face broke into a smile, and suddenly his good husband potential was ignited, "Is there anything else you want to ask? I promise to tell the truth."
Even though Tong Ran had just professed her love for him, Mo Nanjue knew deep down that she still had Luo Xiao in her heart. In fact, what Luo Xiao relied on was nothing more than the twenty-one years of memories they shared.
And what Tong Ran couldn't let go of was the companionship of those twenty-one years.
But if she really had amnesia this time, if everything was to start from zero, and her mind was completely wiped clean, and he stayed by her side day and night, could he still lose to a Luo Xiao?
Mo Nanjue was almost certain of victory.
"Are you really going to tell the truth?" Tong Ran looked at him with an innocent face, asking in bewilderment, "Can I really trust you?"
