A fashion queen

"What do you mean? Could it be that... she is... Yue'er?" Song Yuhang stared at Mo Yunting, who remained silent, in astonishment, and his voice trembled unconsciously.

At this moment, the pained expression on Mo Yunting's face spoke for itself. His heart seemed consumed by an immense wave of agony and torment, a feeling that moved pity. Suddenly, Mo Yunting abruptly stood up, as if unable to endure this atmosphere any longer. Faced with this sudden change, he felt he couldn't remain in this place for even a second longer.

For him, everything in the world could be abandoned, but Yue'er's forgetting the deep affection they once shared was the most heartbreaking thing. This pain far surpassed the pain brought to him by anything else, like a sharp thorn piercing deep into his heart, bringing piercing pain with every beat.

As for her true identity, Mo Yunting was speechless. He had always harbored suspicions, suspecting that her past might be linked to a certain man. However, he never expected that this man would be his closest friend! This series of heavy blows, like a tidal wave, caught him off guard and left him completely powerless to resist.

He knew that if he stayed here any longer, his emotions might completely lose control. Because when he saw Yue'er looking at him with eyes full of strangeness, he already had the answer in his heart - he was just an insignificant bystander, and there was no reason to stay here any longer.

"Yun Ting, where are you going?" Song Yuhang stared at his best friend with a worried look on his face. He was also extremely surprised by what was happening before his eyes.

"Since she has recovered her lost memories and is your fiancée, you should take care of her wholeheartedly. As for me... it's better for me not to disturb you." Mo Yunting's heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife, but his eyes always stayed on the woman on the sickbed. Finally, he turned around resolutely and walked away slowly with heavy steps.

"Brother, why do you torture yourself like this?" Mo Yunduo was anxious and hurriedly followed him out of the ward.

"Yuhang, please tell me what's going on. Who are they? Why do they call me 'Yue'?" Watching the man walk away, heartbroken, she felt as if an invisible hand were squeezing her heart, causing a dull pain. At the same time, a strong intuition told her that she seemed to have forgotten something crucial, but no matter how hard she tried to recall, her mind remained blank.

Cui Xueying couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt: "What's wrong with me? Why do I have such strange feelings for this man I've never met before? This is so unlike me!"

Song Yuhang detailed everything that had happened since she'd escaped the wedding, but he deliberately concealed the details of Mo Yunting's blossoming relationship with her, describing their relationship as nothing more than ordinary friends. This was, in fact, a personal motive—he hoped that when Xueying regained her memory, she would completely forget Mo Yunting. After all, that would be the best outcome for everyone, and he truly didn't want to see the deep friendship between him and Yunting, which had lasted for many years, shattered because of Xueying.

"Xueying, please tell me, is it because I haven't done everything perfectly that you decided to run away from the marriage? Do you know that your uncle and aunt are worried about this and miss you very much?"

"I'm sorry, Yuhang. I'm really sorry that I ran away from you and embarrassed you. However, I really can't deceive myself and I can't deceive you. I really don't want our future to be shrouded in a haze. In fact, I don't love you." Strangely enough, after listening to Song Yuhang's explanation, what the woman had just said kept echoing in her mind and could not be shaken off.