“...” Yun Che didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

“You still have one chance. I can wipe away all these painful memories for you,” she continued slowly. “You can choose to forget it all, or to retain just your hatred and indifference toward her.”

“That is what Xia Qingyue wants as well.”

“...” The only answer she got was the tormented twitching of his body, and the sound of his endless tears dripping against his clothes and the ground.

It ...