Zeng Guangzhao untied Yi Mu and turned around.

He shattered the director's daughter's hopes, speaking slowly and deliberately: "I have never liked you. Feelings cannot be forced."

The bureau chief's daughter glared at him, "If you don't like me, why haven't you said so all year?"

Zeng Guangzhao did not understand her way of thinking.

“I remember saying it countless times during this period: you told me to shut up, you were the one who was escaping reality.”

When you're in love, what reason do you have?

The bureau chief's daughter glared at him fiercely, a twisted smile suddenly appearing on her lips.

"If I can't have you, I will never let you have what you want."

As she spoke, she tilted her arm and raised her gun to shoot at Yimu.

Yi Mu reacted quickly, bending down to dodge.

After the gunshots rang out, all the guards outside rushed in. Zeng Guangzhao's men clashed with the Kuomintang agents, and gunfire erupted everywhere.

Yi Mu's fighting ability was not good, so he tried not to be a burden to Zeng Guangzhao and quietly hid on the side.

The bureau chief's daughter has studied martial arts and is in no way inferior to Zeng Guangzhao.

Both men threw their guns away during the fight, resorting to hand-to-hand combat.

Yi Mu picked up the gun, aimed it at the bureau chief's daughter, and pressed the trigger.

Just as he found his opportunity and was about to shoot, someone behind him raised a stool and slammed it down on his head.

A flash of white light went through his vision, and Yi Mu collapsed straight down.

Yi Mu didn't know what happened after that. When he woke up, he found himself in the hospital.

The doctor in the white coat held up three fingers in front of his eyes and asked him how many they were.

Yi Mu's expression was blank, as if he had lost his soul and was trapped in some kind of emotion.

The doctor, receiving no response, grew serious and turned to tell Zeng Guangzhao, who looked anxious.

"The patient's condition is not optimistic and he needs to be hospitalized for further observation for a period of time."

Zeng Guangzhao pushed the doctor aside, rushed to the bedside, and turned Yi Mu's body towards himself.

Do you remember who I am?

He was terrified that Yimu would lose his memory again and forget the past three years.

Yi Mu's expression was strange, he was on the verge of a breakdown, neither crying nor laughing.

"Zeng Guangzhao..."

Zeng Guangzhao held Yi Mu in his arms, smiling happily: "It's me!"

Yi Mu reached out and placed his hand between his waist and abdomen, gradually separating the two of them.

Zeng Guangzhao's smile faded. He grabbed Yi Mu's hand, feeling as if Yi Mu would disappear in the next second if he didn't hold on.

Yi Mu pulled his hand back, and the expression on his face felt very unfamiliar to Zeng Guangzhao.

"I thought that time in the interrogation room was the last time we would see each other. You're with Gu Lanjun now, so why are you coming back to find me?"

Yi Mu's voice was cold; he didn't even want to see Zeng Guangzhao's face.

He had pursued Zeng Guangzhao relentlessly, but Zeng Guangzhao never responded.

Later, he was essentially reborn after dying. Zeng Guangzhao came back and pretended to be deeply affectionate and unrepentant. But who was he trying to impress?

Yi Mu threw off the covers and got out of bed, but Zeng Guangzhao stopped him and pressed him back onto the bed.

"Gu Lanjun is dead. I didn't have a relationship with her. The scar on your hand that you asked about was left from when I was resisting the effects of the aphrodisiac."

The truth that has been hidden in my heart for nearly ten years.

Zeng Guangzhao knew very well what Yi Mu was struggling with, so he didn't beat around the bush and poured everything out at once.

Everyone knows that Commander Zeng always wears gloves, regardless of the season.

Few people know that he has a hideous scar on his hand.

Zeng Guangzhao took off his gloves, palm up, and spread them out in front of Yi Mu.

He didn't betray their love; it's just that when he realized his feelings, it was too late.