"Miss Xia, I did indeed have a heart transplant." Looking into those clear, limpid eyes of hers, he found himself unable to lie to her. "How did you know I'd had a heart transplant?" Had the Young Master told her? That wouldn't really be his style, so how did she find out?
Right now, Xia Qingqian's heart was surging like a stormy sea. She held her breath. "Mr. Nan…" She choked up, not knowing what she should say. Her fists clenched tight. Should she tell him the truth?
But his life now was very calm, and maybe that was better. He didn't know anything—wasn't that even better?
In his world, there were no memories of the Qiao Family before, and there weren't any now, nor would there be in the future. Let them go on living their separate, peaceful lives. Wouldn't that be good?
