Lu Haotian fell silent for a while, then slowly took one of Xia Yangyang's hands in his, cradling it in his palm.
This was the first time in many years that he had held Xia Yangyang's hand, and she did not resist.
Xia Yangyang's fingers were ice-cold.
But to Lu Haotian, it felt as though he was holding a small sun.
Lu Haotian slowly began to speak: "Yangyang, I need to tell you something, but please don't be too shocked."
Having said this, Xia Yangyang became even more surprised.
"What do you want to say?"
Lu Haotian said: "Yangyang, you have amnesia."
Xia Yangyang was originally still eating porridge.
She had scooped up a spoonful of porridge as if to mouth it.
But Lu Haotian's words abruptly made Xia Yangyang's hand come to a stop.
Xia Yangyang frowned, looking at Lu Haotian with an amused gaze: "Ah Hao, please don't joke like that, okay? Do you think we're shooting a Korean drama?"
Lu Haotian was actually someone who liked to play pranks.
