"Ian, how are you?"
Aidan Lucas ultimately couldn't bear it, so he walked towards his friend and supported him.
Lily was right behind Aidan Lucas, and at this moment, she saw that Dylan Wellington's seductive eyes lost their usual charm, instead filled with deep melancholy, and her heart trembled slightly.
Such a Dylan Wellington looked so much like the man who was willing to go on a hunger strike and remain unyielding for Skye back then.
At this moment, Dylan Wellington's eyes concealed a painful sorrow, his right hand supporting his chest, with a metallic taste of blood lingering at the corner of his lips.
However, Lily was mistaken.
Dylan Wellington's memory was still jumbled—he hadn't remembered the way he once cherished Skye, nor the moments they shared.
But the person he was drawn to, no, let's say the person he fell in love with, was Skye and always Skye.
Whether he had memory or not, whether it was before or after the amnesia.
