"Remember anything? Could there really be someone who was injured, yet the wound heals itself?" Zhong Lingling didn't know if she was speaking to herself or to Xiang Yimo.
In any case, as she spoke, her heart prickled without reason.
It was as if the pain was due to remembering that person, a stinging in her heart.
Was the person whose wound healed automatically the one she often dreamed of but could not see?
Zhong Lingling stared at the wound on Xiang Yimo's hand, but the injury kept bleeding continuously, showing no signs of healing.
Seeing Zhong Lingling's gaze remain blank, Xiang Yimo felt a sudden sense of loss.
If Zhong Lingling couldn't remember anything, he certainly couldn't tell her that he was originally a beautiful male fish, who had turned into a human to be with her. Zhong Lingling had always been questioning everything he said; if he said that, it would only make her think him more absurd.
