Xiao Moli kissed her forehead again and again, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want your apology. What right do you have to erase my memory?
What right do you have to separate me from Ningning and Xiao Ai?
Have you ever thought, if one day, just like before, I suddenly regain my memory, but find myself living with another man, how would you expect me to live?"
An Ziqi nestled in his arms, her tears flowing uncontrollably like beads from a broken string.
Just the thought of this possibility made her heart shiver with fear.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Xiao Moli tightened his arms; just the thought of An Ziqi being with another man made him uncontrollably murderous.
But at that time, he had no choice. If there was another option, a better way, he would never have wished for this.
Compared to his own suffering and sadness, he wanted An Ziqi to live well even more.
"What makes you think this is good for me?
