Qiao Xia averted her gaze with a complex mix of emotions. Every time her spirit was crushed and she lost all hope, he would invariably give her a glimmer of hope, reigniting her longing and anticipation for him.
Yet, he didn't remember a thing.
Subconsciously, however, he displayed everything she liked right before her eyes.
Qiao Xia's mood turned sour as she suddenly lowered her head to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
Did he still remember her, deep down in his subconscious?
Did he remember the dishes she liked, the things she was fond of, was that it?
"Fourth Young Master, don't be so fierce. Miss Qiao is about to cry, ah..." Before she could finish, Meng Qian brutally stomped on her foot with her sharply pointed high heels, truly a bitter yet thrilling sensation.
Gu Xiaowu was furious!!
A gentleman's revenge could wait ten years—he would teach her a lesson tonight!!
He'll make it so she can't leave the bed for three days!
He must avenge his earlier humiliation.
