"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
Zhan Hanjue never expected that Ye Ningwan didn't want her to regain her memory, and it was all for him.
Instantly, a sense of guilt surged up, and he immediately hugged Ye Ningwan to apologize.
Fortunately, Ye Ningwan had already put down the bouquet, otherwise she would have been crushed by him again.
Hearing his apology, she asked with a stern face, "So, now you know you misunderstood me? My well-intentioned actions were taken for donkey liver and lungs."
"But how did you know that if I regained my memory, I would regret it? Compared to not remembering the past with you, I am more troubled by my current amnesia," Zhan Hanjue replied.
Ye Ningwan frowned, and after a while, she said, "Because I know, someone did regret it."
That was the most wrong decision she made.
Although she had always been unwilling to admit it, it was the truth.
"Someone else? Is there someone who experienced the same as me?" Zhan Hanjue was puzzled.
