"I haven't had my memories tampered with." Pu'er said calmly, his words like a bucket of cold water poured over Jiang Li's head.
Jiang Li looked at Pu'er, her expression one of astonishment, her heartbeat unable to calm down.
"Pu'er, someone whose memories have been altered wouldn't know that their memories have been altered." In Jiang Li's eyes, there was still the last flicker of a candle flame called hope that hadn't been extinguished.
Suddenly, her shoulder was once again clasped by a cold, rigid hand, this time with even greater force, causing her excruciating pain.
"Jiang Li, you're too nervous right now, get your heartbeat down." Pu'er frowned slightly, no longer bringing up the subject of memory tampering.
"How can I calm down?" Jiang Li stood in place without struggling, without even attempting to, and for some reason, she felt her eyes getting wetter and tears streaming down uncontrollably.
