But she knew it was enough not to trust Xingtian; otherwise, she would still be kept in the dark, deceived by him all along.
Moreover, she speculated that before she lost her memory, she anticipated that this day would come. So she left clues in advance, realizing now that her amnesia was Xingtian’s doing.
He must have caused her amnesia.
No wonder he always persuaded her that not recovering her memory was no big deal. He was afraid she would think too much and recall something, right?
But what was his purpose in making her lose her memory?
Was it just to marry her?
An Ruo suddenly recalled the man and child she saw in her dream. Who were they?
Were they her... husband and child?
Did Xingtian like her so much that he took her, made her lose her memory, and then planned to marry her?
An Ruo speculated wildly, but she didn’t expect that she was almost right about everything.
She thought, if things were indeed like that, she must recover her memory as soon as possible. She couldn’t let her family worry about her, and she didn’t want to marry Xingtian.
However, the wedding date was getting closer, with only one week left until the ceremony. Could she recover her memory in such a short time?
An Ruo lay on the table, deeply troubled, when suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, and Xingtian’s voice came from outside: "An Ruo, I’ve prepared fishing rods. Let’s go fishing at sea."
Before she knew the truth, she quite trusted him and felt he was a good person. But after knowing the truth, she felt everything he did was part of a scheme, and suddenly he seemed terrifying.
He’s not a good person; he’s a bad person.
An Ruo’s current mood was like suddenly discovering that a friend visiting her home was actually a home invader, making her panic and fear.
She stared at the door in terror, even her breathing becoming very faint.
"An Ruo, are you sleeping again?" Xingtian knocked on the door again.
An Ruo reminded herself not to panic, not to let him notice anything. She had to say something, or he would come in.
Moreover, her desk was covered with so many clues; if he saw them, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"An Ruo, I’m coming in."
"Wait!" she shouted urgently, "I... I haven’t changed my clothes yet, it’s inconvenient to see you, wait for me downstairs."
The lock had just turned, then stopped. An Ruo couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief; luckily, he appeared to be a perfect gentleman.
"Alright then, I’ll wait for you downstairs. Take your time, there’s no rush," Xingtian said gently, and if it were the old her, she would be moved by how good of a man he seemed.
But from now on, she wouldn’t be deceived by his appearance.
Once it was quiet outside, An Ruo quickly tidied the desk, destroying any clues that needed to be destroyed, then changed her clothes and headed downstairs, feeling mentally worn out.
Xingtian sat on the sofa in the living room. When he saw her come down, his brow furrowed slightly.
He got up and swiftly approached her, reaching out to touch her forehead and asked worriedly, "What’s wrong? Why does your face look so pale?"
It was because he scared her...
An Ruo lowered her eyes and said softly, "I didn’t sleep well last night, I’m not feeling energetic. I won’t go fishing today."
Xingtian led her to sit on the sofa, holding her hand and asking with concern, "Why didn’t you sleep well, is it insomnia?"
An Ruo raised her eyes to look at him and shook her head: "No, I was just trying hard to use my brain, seeing if I could remember something, so I had insomnia."