When Shi Qingxue straightforwardly spoke out her doubts, Mo Junyang stiffened, like a statue.

For a long time, Mo Junyang didn’t move or reply.

But Qingxue got the affirmative answer from his ghastly pale face.

Right, without that memory, she was not Shi Qingxue anymore.

At least, it was true in Mo Junyang’s opinion.

Shi Qingxue was still doubtful, but another kind of pain spread over her chest.

She didn’t ...