Xu Wendong looked at Yue Qingchen, a trace of helplessness and relief flashed in his eyes, and said slowly, "I have a way to erase your memory of our dual cultivation this time, so you won't have to bear this humiliation and torment. Just pretend it never happened."
His voice was low, with a hint of fatigue, as if he had just experienced not just a frenzy of desires, but also a struggle of the soul.
Upon hearing this, Yue Qingchen's delicate body shook violently, a flash of hesitation in her eyes quickly replaced by determination.
She slightly raised her head, stared directly into Xu Wendong's eyes, and said coldly, "No need! I am a cultivator. Though I am a woman, I also have my own dignity and persistence."
"If I rely on erasing my memory to escape, how am I different from a coward?" Her tone was resolute and undeniable, each word squeezed out as if from between her teeth.
Xu Wendong looked at her, a vague respect surging in his heart.
