Hearing Ou Jue say this, Xiyan felt even worse. The tears she had been holding back completely broke free in that moment.
Two streams of tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks. She reached out to wipe them away, but it was as if the tears were deliberately opposing her— the more she wiped, the more they fell.
Why wouldn't he let her speak?
She was determined to speak!
Didn't Ou Jue forget her? Fine— she would use her words to piece his memories back together, little by little!
Xiyan sniffled and said, "Do you remember? The first time we met was in math class. I will never forget that moment, the instant our eyes met. Looking back now, it feels like an eternity in a single glance."
"You always had that cold, expressionless look. With that poker face of yours, you didn't even have to speak to keep people a thousand miles away. And when you did talk, you could drive me mad within seconds. At the start, I really didn't like you."
