After dinner, Xu Ai walked Liu Zheng home. Along the way, neither of them had much to say; it was almost silent. Xu Ai got his wheelchair out and helped Liu Zheng down. He unfolded the wheelchair and was off, as Xiaoshu was still waiting for him upstairs.
"Liu Zheng, wait a moment..." Xu Ai suddenly called out to him. Liu Zheng turned his wheelchair to look at her, his handsome features appearing especially bleak under the streetlights. Xu Ai walked a few steps and stood one meter away from him, her eyes slightly downcast, "Whether you accept my apology or not, I have to say I'm sorry to you. You're right. Just because I have lost my memory, doesn't mean I can deny everything from the past and never say sorry to you. I never intended to cause you so much pain over the years, nor did I mean to hurt you deeply. When I was pregnant with Xiaoshu, alone abroad, I even thought... maybe the person I loved had abandoned me, didn't want our child and me..."
