Liu Zheng's rage dissipated as Qiao Xia's charming voice faded away.
Standing beside him, Xu Ai smiled bitterly. She, a clever person, didn't know how to ease the tensions with Liu Zheng.
She could only confess those words she never dared let him know as he was nearing death.
She had fallen in love with Liu Zheng.
How could she dare let him know.
Six years ago, she abandoned Liu Zheng, leaving him to endure six years of blank and painful existence.
Now, having lost her memory, she happily told Liu Zheng, "I've fallen in love with you, let's start over."
How could she say it out loud.
...
She always thought herself honest, efficient, and responsible.
Only now did she understand.
Some love is buried deep within the heart, unable to be expressed.
No matter how much she loved someone, she would never let him know.
There are a thousand forms of love, nine hundred and ninety-nine sweet ones, and one that's awkward.
