"..."
Ye Mingmei covered her mouth with both hands, tears already blurring her vision. Hearing his words, she froze for a moment, then gently shook her head.
She didn't remember.
When Meimei went missing, she was completely bewildered, saying things and doing things as if she had lost her mind.
"I remember, and I'll never forget." His deep voice carried a hint of gloom.
The hand holding the roses slightly tightened, speaking each word slowly.
"You grabbed my arm and loudly questioned me, asking why I wasn't Yu Xiuzhun?" He took a deep breath to suppress the pain within his heart, a self-mocking smile tugging at his lips.
"That moment was the most pathetic in my life; I couldn't even tell you who I was myself."
"..."
Ye Mingmei's heart ached sharply, more tears streaming down.
Listening to his voice, she felt as if experiencing the same pain.
Her waiting was like chains pressing down on him; she was consumed by her sorrow, yet forgot his helplessness.
