Jiao Yang was silent for a long time before speaking again, "We can't do this, it's unfair to her."
"Do you want her to see me immersed in pain every day?" Leng Zimo retorted.
"Of course I don't want that, but it's impossible; she loves you, you know that better than I do. If she wanted me, she wouldn't be Mrs. Leng now."
Leng Zimo's fingers, hanging by his side, tightened forcefully, nails piercing deeply into his skin, nearly breaking his palm. "I have a way to make her forget me!"
"That's impossible."
"Do you know why I lost my memory five years ago? She found someone to hypnotize me, to make me completely forget there's a Luo Xiaoqian in this world. If she can do it, we can too."
Jiao Yang's expression grew increasingly shocked. He knew about Leng Zimo's memory loss but didn't know the twists and turns of it; these secrets were new to him.
"If you agree, I'll immediately contact Dr. Yin. I've studied his work; you can replace me in her heart."
