But she was afraid that once she remembered, she would leave.
A thousand years of affection, how could it compare to two thousand years between them?
This contradiction made him very restless.
He should be content, at least now he was the one who possessed her.
"What about us."
"What about us?" Xia Weibao was puzzled.
Lu Hualiang's body was tense, and through the arm around his waist, Xia Weibao could feel his anxiety.
"If one day you remember, who would you choose?"
Xia Weibao, "..."
"Do I have a choice? I'm already yours, who else can I choose?"
Thinking about his unease, Xia Weibao sat up straight and spoke extremely seriously.
"I am your wife, I was a thousand years ago, I am now, and I will be after a thousand years. No matter what past I have with others, that will not change.
Ever since following you into the palace, I never thought of leaving you."
Was this a promise? Lu Hualiang felt like he was dreaming.
