Her face turned red. Wife—this word was something she never even dared to hope for, but today he said it himself, "I..."
"If you don't say it, it means you admit it," Luo Xiao gazed at her face, his expression utterly gentle, "You're really beautiful."
"..."
Meng Yao bit her lip, "Is this the way you remember me?"
"In memory..." Luo Xiao withdrew his hand, his whole body lay back on the lawn, and he looked up at the sky, "I don't remember, I only know you're called Xiao Ran."
"Do you remember my last name?"
"Your last name..." Luo Xiao furrowed his brows, straining to search his memory, "It's Tong."
He spoke, turning his face to look at her, "Your name is Tong Ran, right?"
Meng Yao only felt desolate; even at this point, all he remembered was the name Tong Ran, completely embedded in his mind. Surely his subconscious must be filled to the brim with this name, right?
She lowered her head, unable to hide the sadness in her eyes.
