If he truly couldn't love her anymore, then he should forget her completely.
Only then could he be happy.
She loved him, so much so that even if he married the woman she despised, she still hoped he could be happy.
Inside the church, there was silence.
The priest was baffled.
Everyone looked at the couple, standing on the red carpet against the backlight, holding each other tightly.
Mu Liang suddenly turned around, holding her tightly in his arms, all sound stuck in his throat, unable to utter a word, let alone "wait for me." Too much despair was lodged in his heart, with no way to release it. He loathed himself for the blank slate of his lost memory.
He didn't want to forget her.
He was willing to give up everything, even his life, to awaken the dormant memories.
If he couldn't bring back the memories of the past, how could he respond to her deep affection?
"Stop talking." Please, stop speaking.
