Unfortunately, Qiao Zhen was stunned by Lu Zheng's words. She didn't remember Lu Zheng at all, let alone when she had saved him.

Seeing Qiao Zhen's bewildered expression, the beast that had been suppressed in Lu Zheng's heart finally burst forth.

"Lu Zheng, calm down, I don't know what you're talking about."

Looking at Lu Zheng, who was out of control, Qiao Zhen felt a tightness in her chest, and her temples ached as if they had been stabbed.

Lu Zheng ignored everything and gripped Qiao Zhen's arm tightly with both hands.

"Qiao Zhen, you were the one who provoked me that night! Why are you abandoning me now? Do you think I'm just a kitten or puppy you can summon and dismiss at will?!"

Qiao Zhen frowned deeply, desperately searching her mind for information about Lu Zheng.

But no, there was still nothing.

When she first met Lu Zheng, she did feel a sense of familiarity towards him, but she couldn't remember him, nor could anyone around her. She could only consider it a coincidence.

But now, Lu Zheng says she saved him and that he has been looking for her for many years.

What exactly happened in between?

"Enough!"

Qiao Zhen suddenly swung Lu Zheng away, seemingly out of nowhere.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lu Zheng, don't push me!"

Seeing Qiao Zhen's pain and resistance, Lu Zheng felt as if a huge gash had been torn open in his heart.

The pain started in his chest and gradually spread throughout his body.

"Okay, I won't force you. I'll give you time. I'll wait until you remember me."

After Lu Zheng finished speaking, he turned and left.

Qiao Zhen felt as if all her strength had been drained away; even though it was the middle of the day, she felt her whole body trembling.