Xi Zhiheng suddenly realized that his past self had actually accounted for everything. He wouldn’t have said such words otherwise.
“Then what if I tell you now that you have to believe me regardless of anything? What would you do?” he asked, heartbroken.
“Xi Zhiheng, you actually have the guts to say something like this?” Yan Anmo couldn’t comprehend how he still had the courage to say what he did.
However, her thoughts suddenly took a turn, and she laughed in exasperation; it felt a little sarcastic. “Oh, I nearly forgot that you lost your memory. You don’t remember what happened in the past, so of course you can just say anything.”
Xi Zhiheng reached out to wipe away the tears on Yan Anmo’s face. Yan Anmo wanted to evade his touch, but she didn’t pull away fast enough.
“I will make you believe me.” His hands could feel the smoothness and softness of Yan Anmo’s face. He gulped involuntarily.