"If you've made a mistake, think about how to make up for it; self-blame is useless." Jian Xi picked up a thick notebook, "What's this?"
"Memoirs." Nan Mufeng reached over to take the book, "When I had amnesia, Xiao Hang and the others wrote it for me. You don't need to read it."
Jian Xi pressed down forcefully, "I just happen to have amnesia; it's my turn to take a good look."
"Honey, are yesterday's memories more important, or the present?" Nan Mufeng pretended to ask casually, but his hand was exerting force, trying to take the book away.
"Both are important."
Jian Xi suddenly kicked Nan Mufeng, successfully ending the tug of war over the "Memoirs".
Nan Mufeng felt helpless. He wanted to give her a bright world, but some memories were too dark and painful.
Jian Xi was already engrossed in reading.
