Qin Yin spoke incoherently, but Nan Sichen seemed very happy as he listened, "Does that mean I helped you cheat? Did I actually tell you the answers in advance?"
"Uh..." Qin Yin talked herself into confusion, while Nan Sichen seemed quite happy.
She suddenly wondered if Nan Sichen was pretending to have amnesia. How could someone with amnesia think so quickly?
"Nan Sichen." Qin Yin called his name tentatively.
"Hmm?" Nan continued reading the newspaper and responded to her absentmindedly.
His actions and expression were just like before. Although his face showed a slight difference in skin color due to the graft, it was only a little and did not affect his appearance at all.
"Do you still remember me?" Qin Yin clenched her hands tightly. Even though she knew he probably didn't remember, she held onto a sliver of hope that he would recall her. Otherwise, why would he talk to her and not others?
Nan Sichen lifted his head from the newspaper and said, "You are my wife."
