Finally, only Ye Wanwan and Si Yehan were left in the living room.
Ye Wanwan sat down on the sofa.
The man took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. He straightened his cuffs before walking toward the girl. “What do you want to drink?”
Ye Wanwan studied his calm face and clicked her tongue in wonder, propping her chin on her hand. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other; shouldn’t this be a dance of heaven’s lightning and earth’s lava[l]?”
“If you want.” I can accommodate.
Ye Wanwan’s expression darkened, and she lost interest in keeping up this pretense and placed down her hand, leaning back on the sofa. She frankly asked, “Why did you replace my memory?”
Si Yehan’s face imperceptibly started.
It appeared she really did find out…
“You know,” Si Yehan said.
Ye Wanwan looked at the man’s unchanged expression, and fury involuntarily rose in her eyes.
He didn’t show any panic or guilt, like nothing was wrong with what he did.
She looked for him and investigated the matter for so long in search of the truth and reason, but all she got from waiting so long was this nonchalant attitude.
“Why?! Give me an explanation!” Ye Wanwan shouted.
A flame ignited in her lucid eyes as she asked, “Si Yehan, just what have you been treating me as all this time?”
She thought she finally saw through him and understood him in this lifetime. She thought everything in the past was her own misunderstanding and she finally saw the genuine him. She didn’t expect to have never understood this person at all.
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