A fashion queen

That was enough! Knowing that he still had a place in her heart, and that she would still feel heartache for him, even if he could only choose to silently protect her behind her, he would be satisfied. He had to clearly recognize the reality: she was Yuhang's fiancée, and he really shouldn't have any more unreasonable expectations. Otherwise, how could he face his good friend Yuhang?

"During the time when you lost your memory, I was just a man who provided you with a place to stay and a job opportunity. That was the extent of our interactions, nothing else." He tried to keep his facial expression extremely indifferent, and repeatedly warned himself not to let her notice anything unusual.

"Is it really that simple?" She stared at him with a look full of doubt. "Then do you know, during those three months, have I ever fallen in love with someone? Has a man ever walked into my life?" Cui Xueying raised the question hidden in her heart with suspicion.

"No, your life is nothing special." In order to dispel her thoughts, Mo Yunting said in a firm and unquestionable tone.

"But ever since I regained my memory, I've been having a dream often. A man always appears in my dream, and he always gazes at me affectionately, but the strange thing is that no matter how hard I try, I can't see his face clearly. His face is always blurry." The man's figure and outline seemed to be somewhat similar to Mo Yunting in front of him.

"I don't understand why you had such a dream?" Mo Yunting frowned, looking confused.

"Do you really not know, or are you pretending to be clueless? My instinct tells me that our relationship is more complex than it seems. Otherwise, why would you be here? I don't want to be kept in the dark. Do you understand?" She became emotional and clutched his hand tightly, her eyes flickering with anxiety and uneasiness. The recurring nightmares she'd been experiencing lately were leaving her distraught, and Mo Yunting's evasive attitude only made her more suspicious. Her instincts told her that things were more complicated than they seemed.

She had never forgotten the name "Yue'er," the name she had adopted when she lost her memory, and the name he had given her. To regain those lost three months, she knew she had to take drastic action, to force him to face reality and confront their relationship. Mo Yunting released her hand, his emotion agitated, but he could only watch without reacting. He couldn't hurt his good friend, Song Yuhang, for his own selfish reasons.

During the time when she lost her memory, he had witnessed Yuhang's unbearable pain for her. He knew that he could no longer hurt Yuhang. It was enough for him to bear all the suffering and torture alone. "That's the truth."

"I really can't accept it!" She still refused to give up, "I heard that the name 'Yue'er' was given by you, but when I woke up in the hospital, the woman who claimed to be your sister actually accused me with confidence and claimed that you were my boyfriend. So, how do you explain this matter?" At this moment, thinking about it carefully, the woman's words had actually revealed all kinds of clues, but it was a pity that she was unaware of it at the time.

Mo Yunting frowned tightly, his head splitting with pain from her aggressive questioning. He knew very well that if she insisted on forcing an answer out of him, it would only plunge the three of them into deeper pain.

"You...you are the man who appeared in my dream, right?" Her eyes were filled with expectation and doubt, as if she was seeking an answer, hoping to get a positive response from him. However, Mo Yunting's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he said coldly and resolutely: "Of course not!"