"This is our story."
An Nuannuan slowly narrated everything. This was also the first time she admitted that she too had memories of the previous life.
Yao Mingyue was lost in thought for a long time. Her hand touched her chest, and each heartbeat seemed to bring two different sounds.
Suddenly, she felt a headache, as if many memories she had kept sealed and refused to recall were starting to surface bit by bit.
An Nuannuan touched her forehead with the back of her hand: "If you can't remember, don't try to."
Memories that one doesn't wish to recall are surely the sharpest swords that hurt oneself the most.
What's sealed away are often the pasts one doesn't want to look back on.
"Hoo..."
Yao Mingyue took a deep breath. What An Nuannuan told her was completely opposite to her speculations, and tears started to stream down her cheeks again.
"I'm her husband; which man in the world doesn't love his wife..."
"Which brother doesn't love his sister..."
