Qiao Yu watched her take off the suit, "If it's Zong Zheng's, you want it; if it's mine, you don't?"
"That's not what I mean." Tang Tang handed it to him.
Yet Qiao Yu didn't take it.
"I've already remembered my past memories, I'm not that blank-slate Tang Tang anymore, and he knows." Tang Tang placed it in his hand, "I want to go home."
"So, you don't love him anymore?" Qiao Yu hadn't even noticed, a faint hint of joy rose in his heart.
"I don't know either, maybe he doesn't know himself..."
Their feelings were unclear.
Love or not, who they really loved.
She now didn't even know if that memory-less Tang Tang was truly her.
"I can take you back, but you're not well now. Wait until you recover, and then I'll take you away."
"I don't want to drag you into this. Before, he misunderstood my relationship with you, that's why he hurt you, that's why he sent you abroad." Before, Tang Tang hadn't thought much of it, but now, her thoughts were clear.
