From the first conflict with the Qin Family, to now where it doesn't matter whether he has his memories or not, his stance has never wavered.
For the person he loves, identity, status, position, and future are all trivial.
Even if he has nothing, he remains who he is.
Qin Yue's confidence doesn't stem from external factors.
But from himself.
"Of course." Qin Yue shamelessly smiled, taking Sheng Ning's words as a compliment to himself. "Sister, when are we going home? I can't wait to propose to our parents."
"Stop saying that." An'an blushed with embarrassment, secretly pinching Qin Yue's waist.
The body of a certain someone went stiff, and he dared not move again while sitting on the loveseat. He whispered something in An'an's ear, causing her to hide in his embrace, refusing to lift her head.
