"Ou Cheng?" Ling Xi banged her head in frustration, ultimately shaking it helplessly. "I don't know, who are you?"
She didn't know anything, her name, who she was, who Ou Cheng was, she couldn't remember… anything at all.
Seeing Ling Xi's appearance, the arc of Ou Cheng's lips deepened, but the worry in his eyes grew heavier. "How could this happen!" He spoke with a voice thick with loss and tenderness, "We were supposed to hold our wedding, but you suddenly collapsed, so I canceled the wedding and brought you back here."
"A wedding?" Hearing Ou Cheng's words, Ling Xi noticed for the first time that she was wearing a wedding gown. "Is it our wedding?" Looking at the wedding gown, she couldn't recall anything, yet for some reason, Ling Xi felt a sweet tenderness slowly welling up in her heart, as if longing for the endless anticipation of a wedding.
But was it really this man in front of her?
