"Su Chen is my brother, Ling Momo, don't forget, you are my woman!"
Ling Momo staggered a step backward, her hands trembling as she gripped them tightly and struggled to calm the turmoil in her heart. Her face was somewhat pale, and her eyes were frantic.
Li Qingshen watched her, slightly closed his eyes, reined in the fierceness emanating from his body, and calmed himself down before he spoke. His tone was much gentler, "I think, you should not have forgotten the things that happened between us a year ago."
She remembered; how could she forget?
She remembered every detail between them, vividly.
Because she remembered everything so clearly, she had spent this past year tormented by guilt and longing, wrestling with her emotions.
Every day she appeared no different from a normal person. But, nobody knew how bitter her heart was, nobody knew how many times she woke up from nightmares in tears during the dead of night.
