Handsome and elegant, with hair like silver frost and snow.
When the man on the bed finally opened his eyes, his pupils were clear and bright as the shimmering cold stars high above the ninth heaven. Upon seeing the people by the bed, a flicker passed through the man’s eyes, and his gaze settled on a petite young girl.
Tie Yi, choking up, suddenly dropped to one knee, and a few other Tie Slaves around her appeared overwhelmed with joy.
The man slowly narrowed his eyes, and then, with a sudden move, he grabbed the young girl’s slender wrist and yanked it toward him, causing the girl to tumble into his embrace.
"Zhi Chen?" she blinked, slightly astonished and stunned.
The man glanced at everyone with an indifferent expression, "Get out!"
Everyone present was taken aback simultaneously.
At this moment, the man’s face revealed displeasure and unfriendliness.
A shiver ran down Dong Huiying’s spine. She tried to get up, but the man held her hand as if he was afraid she would slip away. She looked back at everyone and said, "You all withdraw for now, let me talk with him."
Lao Si frowned but was the first to turn around.
Though the others were completely baffled, since Dong Huiying had spoken, they had no choice but to leave with their confusion.
Shortly after, only the two of them remained in the room.
"Zhi Chen, you..." she was about to speak when suddenly the man rolled over, pinning her down on the bed.
He lifted her chin, examining her beautiful face, with a noble and somewhat indifferent smile playing on his lips: "I remember you."
Her eyebrows knit together slightly, "You remember me?"
His lips curved as if he was smiling. He bent closer, burying his face in her neck, "Your voice, your scent, you coming to my room every day, and what you did to me... Heh," he suddenly tore at her clothes.
She felt a chill across her chest.
"Babbling endlessly about wanting me to wake up soon, taking advantage of a man in his vulnerable state to do such things, yet how can you be so fickle? Hmm? Just a wall apart, I’d lay awake night after night, disturbed by the noise of you and that man called Lao Si. Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"
Her expression turned serious, and she suddenly pushed him away. Then she placed her fingers on his wrist, her demeanor very solemn.
He raised an eyebrow, then took her hand in his, enveloping her small hand in his palm.
"Tell me, who are you, really? Why do I feel so familiar with you, hmm?" He played with her soft, delicate fingers, his eyes shimmering intermittently as if marked by contemplation yet also tinged with arrogance.
"You’re asking who I am?"
She gritted her teeth in frustration: "Liang Zhichen, you—" She knew she shouldn’t be angry, but everything was completely unexpected, beyond her control.
Forgotten, he had amnesia.
The problem was, his pulse was normal, and she couldn’t understand why he had amnesia. Yet, he truly didn’t remember, truly had forgotten!
At that moment, she suddenly could empathize with Yun Ge and the others,
that being forgotten by someone you cherished was this painful, this distressing. The past they shared, an indelible part of their lives, was now a memory only she held onto alone.
This feeling, this loneliness, was truly heart-wrenching.