"Of course it's true!"
"How can you prove it's true?" Fang Qianyi broke free from the embrace, retreating to the edge of the bed, her face full of fear.
"Then how do you want me to prove it?" Fang Yunzheng asked.
"If it's true, do you remember how you pursued me back then?" Fang Qianyi asked.
"I didn't pursue you..."
Fang Yunzheng's face darkened: "You were drugged and forced yourself on me..."
"You scoundrel!"
Fang Qianyi's face flushed crimson: "That doesn't count! Next!"
"At that time..."
Fang Yunzheng tried hard to recall, which wasn't difficult for him. These matters had truly happened twenty years ago for Fang Qianyi.
But for Fang Yunzheng, it was as if it was yesterday—he'd been in a coma for these twenty years, as if he had just slept and woke up after twenty years.
How could he not remember yesterday's events clearly?
He carefully recounted one thing after another, many of which Fang Qianyi herself couldn't remember.
