Could it be that he was attacked inside?
As soon as this thought erged, Ning Mo suddenly felt overwheld.
Yang Zi still ignored her. Biting her lip, she got up and rushed inside. She moved so fast that by the ti Yang Zi tried to hold her back, she had already run inside.
Yang Zi: "..."
Soon after, Ning Mo ran out and asked Yang Zi with confusion, "What did you see just now?"
"There was no one inside."
Ning Mo was even more puzzled, "Then why were you holding your chest?"
Yang Zi really wanted to roll his eyes, but being conscious of his idol image, he certainly wouldn’t do that. So, he shifted his gaze elsewhere, "You bumped into it."
Ning Mo looked at him incredulously, "I bumped into it?"
After Yang Zi nodded, Ning Mo finally rembered that she had bumped into him when she entered. Could it be that she had hurt him then?
Just as she was about to say sothing, Yang Zi suddenly dropped his hand, returning to an expressionless face, and even his voice sounded cold, "Didn’t they say soone was going to harm Xiao Qing? With no one inside, how can I believe your words?"
Ning Mo’s face turned pale in an instant.
The atmosphere had been natural just now, making her feel as if they had always been interacting like this, but as soon as Yang Zi spoke, Ning Mo realized she was overthinking.
"Yang Zi, I’m not lying to you, it’s true— they said they were going to send Xiao Qing to a man’s bed, I..."
Ning Mo couldn’t continue her words, nor could she.
Man, bed, these two words were the origin of their separation, every ntion was like digging into her wounds again.
Yang Zi looked at her deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions, yet Ning Mo only saw disappointnt...
He still left, leaving her standing alone.
Ning Mo wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t co.
She hated herself for believing Ning Qian, thus letting her succeed in her sche, even though she and that man had nothing happen, but Yang Zi had seen her lying on the sa bed with that man.
How was she supposed to explain?
If she couldn’t explain, then let this life be as it is—
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In the room, Lu Jinyang carried Xiao Qing in, placing her on the soft big bed.
He leaned over her, but Xiao Qing stopped him, "You still want to....." want?
The man stared at her attractive red lips, his eyes unfathomably deep, and chuckled softly at her words, "Yes, I still want, what should I do?"
Xiao Qing glared at him irritably, "Just stop while you’re ahead, Mr. Lu, I have no recollection of our past affairs. It might really be you deceiving ."
Lu Jinyang laughed lightly, shifted beside her, and pulled her into his arms.
She was silent for a mont, then snuggled up against him, finding a comfortable position to lie in.
She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but after that incident, she felt that there had been so subtle changes in their interactions.
"It doesn’t matter, I will make you rember everything bit by bit."
As long as you are with , as long as you can fall in love with again, those are not problems.
"But what if... what if I can never rember in this lifeti?"
Lu Jinyang lowered his head and kissed her forehead," Then this is pretty good."
Xiao Qing didn’t respond.
She vividly rembered her diagnosis stating a zero percent chance of recovery, aning she might never rember her past life.
"What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Qing left his embrace, looking up at him, "Lu Jinyang, I have a question to ask you."
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