A luxurious car crept slowly along the sidewalk, just like a turtle crawling.
Trying to give them more time together.
With the heater on in the car, the pallor of Yun Qiqi's frozen face eased considerably as she sat down.
She seemed to realize she might have misunderstood him, feeling slightly uncomfortable, staring straight ahead, with a taut little face.
Her whole body emanated a sense of coldness and indifference, with an almost imperceptible tension.
Like a little cat thrown into a strange environment.
Yan Yan didn't know what she had gone through in the past two years, to develop such a wary disposition, or perhaps it was something she had grown up with.
He still hadn't figured out if she had regained her memory or had forgotten not just him but hadn't recovered her own memories either.
Yan Yan wasn't hoping she'd regain her memory.
Based on his investigation of that laboratory over the past two years, her childhood and upbringing couldn't have been pleasant...
