Seeing that he still wouldn’t relent, An Ruo was genuinely angry.
She pulled her hand back, stood up, and said coolly, "You know marriage is not child’s play. I asked you to accompany me back to pay respects to my parents, and you refused. So why should I care about this wedding? Xingtian, you don’t value me at all!"
These words were quite serious.
Xingtian quickly got up, held her shoulders, and frowned, "How could I possibly not value you?"
If he didn’t value her, he wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble to bring her here, nor would he be so intent on marrying her.
An Ruo realized her words were a bit too severe, and she softly pleaded with him, "I just want to pay respects to my parents before the wedding. Xingtian, please agree, okay? I’ve lost my memory, and I want to see where my parents are buried. This way, I can feel like I have parents and once had a home."
Xingtian fell silent, and after a while, he nodded and said, "I can agree to that, but you have to promise me one thing."
"What is it?" An Ruo asked excitedly.
"Actually, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you. I didn’t plan to let you know because I hoped you could start a new life. But it seems this can’t be hidden anymore..." Xingtian said gravely.
An Ruo’s expression turned serious. Was he going to tell her the truth about the past?
She overestimated him.
Xingtian didn’t speak about the truth of the past; he told her that the two of them were actually fugitives, so returning to J City would be dangerous.
An Ruo’s eyes widened in shock. Clearly, he was the fugitive, but he said she was one too.
"You’re very surprised, aren’t you? Don’t be afraid; we’re safe now. Everyone thinks we’re dead, so they won’t look for us anymore," Xingtian softly comforted her.
"We moved here to start a new life and planned to live here forever. I wanted to move to another country after a few years when things settled down. But since you want to go back now, you can’t return as yourself."
An Ruo asked him in disbelief, "Why are we wanted?"
Xingtian let go of her, walked to the window, and said while watching the sky outside, "You were dragged into this because of me. I used to be the leader of an international crime organization, but since you’re with me, they wouldn’t spare you either."
An Ruo stared at his back, her eyes cold, "What bad things have you done, killing and arson?"
Xingtian turned and smiled, "You’re overthinking it. It was merely for survival, smuggling some arms. As for killing and arson, I don’t do those things."
He didn’t do them, but it was his subordinates who did. Killing didn’t require him to get his hands dirty.
An Ruo nodded difficultly, indicating her understanding, "Since it’s all in the past, there’s nothing to dwell on. But can we really not go back to my hometown?"
"We can, but you need something."
The thing Xingtian referred to was a human skin mask.
In An Ruo’s memory, this was her first time seeing such a thing. But she knew she had seen it before losing her memory. It seemed Xingtian used a mask to impersonate her friend Mo Hua and deceive her.
The thin mask was like human skin and looked terrifying.
An Ruo asked him a bit fearfully, "Is this... really made of human skin?"
If it were, she would never put it on her face.
Xingtian laughed, "No, although it’s called a human skin mask, the material is not made of human skin.