After hearing Yan Rouxi's explanation, Xia Yuqing slowly nodded.But one question still bothered her. "But that day in the hotel… the emperor forced you to forget everything," she said, puzzled. "So how are you remembering it now?"
Yan Rouxi lifted a shoulder. "No idea. Even my father couldn't figure it out."
"It still feels strange," Xia Yuqing muttered.
"Of course it's strange," Yan Rouxi huffed, giving her a pointed look. "But honestly, I'm just glad it came back. Otherwise, you would've continued sacrificing yourself like some tragic martyr—like an idiot."
Xia Yuqing pouted, biting her chopstick. "I did it for you…"
"And who asked you to, huh?" Yan Rouxi glared.
"Then what, you wanted to be that pervert's concubine? Wanted to go back and serve him with those stupid concubines?" Xia Yuqing tugged at her sleeve and teased.
Yan Rouxi shuddered instantly, disgust twisting her face.
