Nanxing laughed even more heartily, but when she turned to look at Duan Ye's tie and suit, she found them rather jarring.

"How about I pick out your clothes and tie for you every day from now on?"

Duan Ye nodded: "Okay."

"But where are we going now?"

"Let's go to our secret base, and live there from now on, okay?"

Duan Ye asked doubtfully, "Isn't it too far from my workplace?"

Nanxing did not want to change Duan Ye's life trajectory in the same way she changed Qi Yue's.

She liked Duan Ye's work, because she knew he loved his field, but feelings... were feelings.

Nanxing: "It's a bit far, but it's not the weekend yet. Let's go home together on Sunday, okay?"

Duan Ye lowered his gaze: "Okay."

Nanxing was driving, but she couldn't help wanting to hold his hand and talk about the past. But as soon as she reached out her hand, Duan Ye turned away, then leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes.

Nanxing's palm missed its target, and she was very unhappy, but she still turned on the car's heater and played music, all of which were songs she used to sing.

These songs accompanied Duan Ye through almost his entire youth.

But now, listening to it only feels incredibly ironic.

At 11 p.m., they finally arrived at Nanxing's home.

To welcome his arrival, every corner of the house bears traces of Duan Ye's presence.

As soon as the door opened, Aunt Zhang came over and said with a smile, "Sir and Madam are back. Dinner is ready. You must be tired from your long journey."

This familiar way of greeting was as if he had seen Duan Ye countless times.

There were some of Duan Ye's shoes in the shoe cabinet. Aunt Zhang bent down and personally changed his shoes, and also respectfully helped him take off his coat.

Upon entering the house and arriving at the large living room on the first floor, I discovered that a huge wedding photo was hanging on the wall.

It's between him and Nanxing.

Duan Ye stood in front of that wedding photo for a long time.

Nanxing came out of the kitchen carrying fruit and saw Duan Ye admiring the wedding photo. She walked over, naturally took his arm, leaned against him, and smiled happily: "Is your memory much clearer now?"

Duan Ye: "Mm."

"These wedding photos were taken at the beach, and I love them. How about we go again once you're less busy these days?"

Duan Ye asked, "You really like the beach?"

Nanxing's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal: "I don't like it."

"Then why choose to shoot at the beach?"

Nanxing smiled and said, "I liked it a lot back then."

"Then why do you want to go again if you don't like it?"

"Because...that's a place full of our memories."

Nanxing shook Duan Ye's hand and pleaded, "Please, okay?"

She used to love the beach, the sun, and sleeping on the grass, but now she hates the location for her wedding photos. Why does it have to be Moon Bay?

Her reason for wanting to go was simple: she wanted to use their future memories to cover up the past, to completely erase all of Duan Ye and Luo Qingyuan's memories.

For some reason, Nanxing seemed to catch a glimpse of indifference in Duan Ye's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, so quickly that she thought it was just an illusion.

"Okay," he agreed.

Nanxing was overjoyed: "How about we take another set of wedding photos?"

"I want to wear a fishtail skirt this time to show off my beautiful collarbones. You should also change into a tuxedo that I designed for you myself, okay?"

"Honey, can you praise me and touch me?"

Nanxing's expectant gaze fell on him, and she forced her head closer to him.

She just really wanted to find their past.

In the past, Duan Ye loved to pat her head and tell her how wonderful she was.

So, she got what she wanted.

Just like in high school, Duan Ye ruffled her hair and said, "Little Star is really great. The clothes you design will definitely be beautiful."

Nanxing proudly puffed out her chest: "Of course. If I hadn't entered the entertainment industry, I would probably be the best designer in the fashion world."

Qi Yue and Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen, carrying plates of exquisite dishes.

Nanxing eagerly pulled him toward the restaurant: "Quick, today we've prepared all your favorite dishes. I specially hired a chef to make them."

Soon, the two sat down facing each other.

Nanxing put a piece of pork rib into his bowl.

Duan Ye was puzzled: "But...didn't you always cook for yourself before?"

Nanxing's smile froze.

She seemed to finally realize, belatedly, that Duan Ye had superimposed her onto Luo Qingyuan.

Even though the memories of Luo Qingyuan have been erased, why is this still happening?

Nanxing was getting a little frustrated, but she held back: "Didn't I come back late today? Tomorrow, I'll make it for you tomorrow, okay?"

Duan Ye smiled and said, "Okay."

She poured him a glass of red wine herself: "Honey, here, congratulations on your promotion."

Duan Ye glanced at the red wine, then at her: "You never used to call me that. Have you been cheating on me?"

Nanxing nearly broke down, her hand holding the wine glass trembling: "What are you saying? All these years, I've only ever loved you. How could I possibly cheat on you?"

Duan Ye remained calm: "But people online say that the guilt you feel at night is the unease that comes after cheating."

Nanxing abruptly put down her wine glass, her eyes red as she looked at him: "You don't believe me?"

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