Jun Moyan's heart gave a fierce jump as he looked at the giggling Wen Xiao'ai and opened his mouth:
"What did you say?"
"Didn't catch that again? I said I like you, I love you, remember? We agreed that I would tell you every day. You're always missing it, should I say it a few more times, would that be okay?"
"Mhm," Jun Moyan responded, his eyes clearly twinkling with laughter.
"Hehe," Wen Xiao'ai happily swung her legs.
Suddenly, she felt that erasing that part of his memory had been the right move. She didn't want to go back yet; she just wanted to be with him. Being with him made her so happy.
"Eh—Jun Moyan, what's wrong with your neck? Are you hurt?"
Wen Xiao'ai reached out her small hand to touch Jun Moyan's neck, her little eyebrows immediately furrowing: "Who hit you? Why are there so many wounds?"
"It's nothing."
"How can it be nothing." Wen Xiao'ai's eyes showed urgency.
