He Yingdong assumed a relaxed and lazy posture, leisurely watching Li Jiaqi.
His long fingers rhythmically tapped on the tabletop.
Once, twice, three times...
From the moment he regained consciousness in the hospital room, he lost all his memories.
Everything from the past vanished into the tunnel of time.
Even Yan Ruoxi left no impression on him... However, Yan Xiruo stayed by his side, sharing stories of their past, using photos to vividly recount the entangled moments between them.
He never doubted Yan Xiruo's words; in every gesture, Yan Xiruo exuded deep admiration for him.
Indeed, they seemed very much like a couple, coupled with the trust from Old Madam He...
Even though he suffered from amnesia, others in the He Family did not, so he knew she wouldn't dare to lie.
Yet, why did he feel a connection with Li Jiaqi?
Merely hearing her name sparked a special longing within him.
That was precisely why he was so intrigued by her.
