"Shen Qingqing, you've really forgotten me."
The man's expression matched his tone, full of grievance.
Standing in the shadows, a glimmer of moisture flickered in his eyes.
Shen Qingqing tried to take a closer look but thought better of it and lowered her eyes.
The more silent she was, the more Jiang Zhixun suffered.
"Now, you don't even want to talk to me, do you?"
Shen Qingqing, always composed, now felt completely at a loss.
Regarding the man before her, she had no impression whatsoever; she genuinely didn't know what to say to him!
Jiang Zhixun muttered to himself, "How can you forget me?"
They had been married, shared the deepest of bonds.
She could forget anyone, but she couldn't forget him!
What could be crueler than being forgotten by the woman he loved?
A warm drop of liquid swiftly fell from the corner of his eye. Jiang Zhixun turned his head into the shadow, unwilling to let Shen Qingqing see his pathetic, vulnerable appearance.
"Sorry."
