"What? Are you saying... you've rembered ?"
At this mont, Xiaofan's mind was completely blank. The Yanhuang Soul, the kidnapping, all the plots and sches vanished into nothingness.
He held the woman in front of him tightly, unwilling to let go.
Great, it's really great.
"Yes, I rember."
Gently letting go, Xiaofan quietly looked at Shen Zuimo with a face full of tenderness and a heart full of incomparable joy.
"How did you rember?" Xiaofan grinned like a child, staring at Shen Zuimo non-stop, never getting tired of it.
"Soone in the organization used hypnosis to help retrieve my mory. Oh, by the way, there's been trouble in the organization; Principal Fan and my brother are both hurt."
"Huh? What?"
Upon hearing this, the smile on Xiaofan's face suddenly disappeared as he imdiately asked, "What happened? Who did it?"
"I don't know... We should wait until we get to Yanhuang Soul to discuss the details."
"Okay, I was just about to go to Yanhuang Soul. I've been unable to contact them these past few days, and a lot has happened here too. No ti to waste, let's go," Xiaofan said, starting to guide Shen Zuimo towards the door.
"Hey, are you going out like that?" Shen Zuimo gently said.
"Hmm?"
It was then Xiaofan realized his clothes were dirty and had a sour sll. Of course, he had been looking for soone all last night and forgot to bathe or change clothes.
But...
"I'll change now."
Xiaofan said, quickly walking back into the room and casually grabbing a shirt from the wardrobe.
"Why are you coming in? Are you trying to sneak a peek?"
"If I want to look at you, there's no need to sneak," Shen Zuimo said lightly, then walked slowly up to Xiaofan and began unbuttoning his shirt.
This was the first ti Shen Zuimo treated him so gently. At this mont, Xiaofan was happy. Yes, just for this mont...
Seeing the nurous cuts and bruises on Xiaofan's body, Shen Zuimo's fingers began to tremble, eventually focusing on a scar on his arm.
"You change yourself. I'll wait outside."
Just as Shen Zuimo turned around, Xiaofan suddenly grabbed her small hand.
"Hmm?" She was once again pulled into Xiaofan's embrace.
It seed he had sothing to say, but he stayed silent, just looking quietly while holding her waist more tightly, as if he had made up his mind.
Bright eyes, sowhat bewildered, looked at Xiaofan as he slowly leaned in.
Holding his breath, Shen Zuimo slowly closed her eyes. The soft lips t, savoring each other sweetly, the room filled with a strong sense of affection.
"Hurry up, I can't wait." Shen Zuimo pushed Xiaofan away, blushing as she walked out the door.
Xiaofan chuckled softly, changed his clothes, and followed.
Just like before, as long as she was within his sight, his eyes could look nowhere else. He wished they could stay ho, holding her, talking for days and nights...
"Zuimo..."
"Hmm?"
"How did you know I lived here?"
"Ah? It, it was my brother who told . Let's go."
"Okay..."
He took the key from outside, locked the door from the inside, then turned around...
A cold light attacked, with no ti to react, with a 'whoosh' the sharp knife plunged directly into Xiaofan's chest... And the one holding the weapon was Shen Zuimo, who just told Xiaofan that she had regained her mory.
At this mont, after realizing she had really stabbed Xiaofan in the chest, Shen Zuimo's eyes were filled with disbelief and surprise. In contrast, Xiaofan seed much calr.
Blood dripped down from the dagger, and when Shen Zuimo tried to withdraw the dagger, Xiaofan once again grabbed her wrist tightly.
"You didn't regain your mory, you still don't rember who I am, right?" Xiaofan smiled bitterly in his heart, realizing that happiness was just his imagination.
"Since you already guessed, why didn't you dodge?" Shen Zuimo asked sharply.
Did he guess? There were too many loopholes. The current Zuimo had no idea what kind of girl she was after losing her mory, acting based entirely on her instincts.
Previously, Zuimo wouldn't care what clothes she wore, even if she was drunk and reeked of alcohol, she'd crawl into his bed without a second thought. Previously, Zuimo wouldn't take the initiative to help him undress; at most, she'd notice his pile of dirty clothes, pick them up, and toss them in the washing machine. Previously, Zuimo's kisses were passionate, not hesitant like they were now. The final flaw was the biggest: Shen Junjie didn't know he lived here. He never told anyone from Yanhuang Soul where he lived, except Zuimo... But why did she leave such a big flaw for him to suspect? Was she hesitating herself? Did she want him to suspect her impure motives ahead of ti?
She, was not the forr Shen Zuimo... So, Xiaofan said only that mont was happiness. What followed would likely be very brutal.
The breathing beca rapid, more and more blood flowed...
"Didn't hit the vital point, hesitated at the last mont?" Xiaofan asked calmly amidst the pain.
"Why didn't you dodge?" Shen Zuimo didn't look Xiaofan in the eye, regretting the mont after she struck. But the evidence was too overwhelming for him to deny.
"I can't dodge. I've always said, I can guard against the world, but not you. You are the one I can never escape from."
Yes, Xiaofan could never escape her. What in this life, for her, could he not face? Earlier in the room, he wanted to ask but stayed silent, preferring to believe it was all his wild speculation, not wanting to doubt that Zuimo had rembered him.
"Then why did you attack my brother and Principal Fan? Why work for Red Butterfly?" Shen Zuimo's heart trembled. She ca back wanting to find him. But...
"What? ? This... Ah..." Hearing Shen Zuimo say this, Xiaofan imdiately realized there was a serious misunderstanding in this matter.
Dying at Zuimo's hands, Xiaofan didn't mind, but for now, he couldn't die.
The pain from the wound made him unable to straighten up, slowly sitting down onto the ground. The new white shirt he had just put on was stained crimson with blood.
"Xiaofan..."
Why? Why did her heart ache too? Why couldn't she be ruthless with him? Could all those so-called pieces of evidence be false? But how could that be...
Shen Zuimo hurriedly knelt down to help him up. The situation was entirely different from what she had imagined. Could soone like this really attack her brother and Fan Lingtian?
"Xiaofan... Shen Zuimo, what are you doing?" Just then, an angry voice rang out from behind.
As Shen Zuimo turned her head, a figure swiftly rushed over, knocking her away with a palm...
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