Before,
there were simply too many events.
Even if she recounted the past between the two of them for days and nights on end, Rong Sheng didn't have the energy to tell him everything.
She also made her stance clear, "I am willing to be with you, but as for the past... can you stop searching for it?"
Chu Yifeng's hand that was holding the wine glass paused slightly, half of his face buried in shadows, looking extremely solemn, "The past is also a part of Your Highness; there is no reason to abandon it and not seek its return."
Rong Sheng took a deep breath—in the event that he insisted on recovering the past, on becoming who he once was...
she would definitely have to leave him.
When she got up from the bed, the man's tall figure had already returned to the bedside. He gently bit her earlobe, his husky voice entwining around her, "But if senior sister doesn't let me search, then I won't search."
