"Have we met before?" Meng Liangshen asked uncertainly, his tone more courteous than usual, not as stern as he normally was.
Ayan smiled, "It was many years ago, I can't even remember how long. You wouldn't think I'm pretending to know you, right?"
"Of course not. You are someone Ruozhu respects, so naturally, you wouldn't do that," Meng Liangshen hurriedly said, but he couldn't remember who Ayan was.
"I've disturbed you, I'll return now." Ayan bowed to him, her movements slow and precise, leaving Meng Liangshen a bit at a loss, "No need to be so formal, or maybe I could escort you there?"
Isn't it bad to be out in the rain like this?
"Thank you." Ayan's heart was pounding; even without memories, there were feelings, and he didn't dislike her.
With that, she was content.
In the drizzling rain, the usually stern City Lord held an umbrella for a white-haired woman, escorting her back to the guest room.
Ayan thanked him again, and Meng Liangshen hurriedly excused himself.
