Mi Yao squinted her big, adorable black eyes and gave him a quick up-and-down look. "In the past, I truly regarded you as Commander Feng, but now I know you're just an impostor, Gu Yunsheng. Have you forgotten that you were once a poor boy with nothing?"
The room was dimly lit, but the woman's skin and appearance shone like pearls, dazzling to behold. When brought up in the past, he did not get angry. Instead, a bit of joy stirred in his heart.
Because Mi Yao seemed to have come back to life.
She had returned to the image he remembered: radiant and charming, sometimes full of the haughty defiance of a wealthy young lady, and sometimes soft like the misty haze of Jiangnan.
"People should look forward," he replied. "I only remember that I am Commander Feng, and you only seem to remember that you are the daughter of the mayor." With that, Feng Yueming lunged at her.
