Seeing Qin Xin's cheeks turn a rosy red, Nalan Ye Jue felt a dizzying sensation, like the haze of alcohol, rise to his head.
He couldn't seem to see enough.
But he didn't want to tease her too excessively.
He asked, "Do you remember what happened afterwards?"
Qin Xin shook her head, "Afterwards? I just remember recovering briefly, then the fever came back, and I fell into a coma. When I woke up, the Qin Family had taken me back. After that, I never saw you again."
Nalan Ye Jue looked at her deeply, "It seems the young wife truly forgot her husband."
Why does it feel strangely sad?
Is his presence really not that strong?
Because he constantly remembered her, never forgot.
They first met at six, he proposed at nineteen.
A span of thirteen years, he hadn't forgotten her.
He spoke softly, "Actually, after your high fever, we met once more."
Qin Xin was astonished, "Hmm?"
