"But in my memory, there's no you."
Wen Xiao'ai's words felt like they tugged painfully at Nie Jiuque's nerves, making him instantly quiet down.
"I know the suffering between you and Shang Ying is greater than that between Jun Moyan and me, but I'm really not her. I am not qualified to urge you to let go, but you can't force me either."
"I assure you, Wen Xiao'ai loves Jun Moyan."
"No, no, it's not that. You just don't remember me. You mistakenly gave your love to him, thinking he was me. Yingying, no, Xiao'ai, I know this is not your intention; you just don't remember."
They both believed the other couldn't see clearly and wanted to make each other understand, but little did they know that both were incredibly clear-headed.
"I am already pregnant with his child."
"What...?"
In his ear, it was like a thunderclap, leaving him in total disarray. The hands gripping her shoulders fell weakly, his body swayed, and he stepped back two paces.
