"Congming?" Yi Jinli raised his eyebrows slightly, "He told you? That's not what he's been telling me, but I’ll only believe what I remember no matter what he said."
"But what you remember isn't real!" Ling Yiran said quickly.
"So tell me, why didn't you or Congming tell me if it's really as you said?" asked Yi Jinli as he stared at Ling Yiran.
"That's because we were scared that your brain wouldn’t be able to handle the shock if you recalled me falling into the sea! After all, these memories were repressed by hypnosis, and there was no knowing what might happen if you recalled them by force!" said Ling Yiran.
Yi Jinli slowly walked up to Ling Yiran. "So, you loved me so much that you would rather die with our three children in your belly than let me die?"
Ling Yiran pressed her lips together tightly and nodded her head. His gaze was so piercing right now. It was as if he wanted to see through her.
His eyelashes quivered slightly as the corners of his lips twitched. "I told you the history of this room, didn't I?" he asked out of the blue.
Ling Yiran froze, not understanding why he was suddenly asking this.
"Did I also tell you that my great-grandfather even asked my great-grandmother whether she regretted it and whether she ever loved him after stabbing him with the sword? My great-grandmother left without a word while my great-grandfather used his last strength to make his death look like a suicide so that my great-grandmother wouldn't be involved in his death."
At this point, he touched her cheek gently.
His cold fingers made her tremble slightly, and the hair on her body instantly stood up. For some reason, she was enveloped by unease.
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