You mean we grew up together?

The next morning, while Ye Ningwan was still asleep, Pei Fengzhi was already sitting in his study.

He leaned back in his leather office chair, slightly raised his head, and looked down at the young man standing opposite his desk who claimed to be his best friend.

Jiang Yinglin nodded vigorously and asked excitedly.

"You finally remembered?"

It was worth it for him to talk to Jiang Yinglin for three whole hours about their past, until his lips were sore from talking so much!

However, the next second, Pei Fengzhi's indifferent gaze fell on Jiang Yinglin's head of white hair, his black leather jacket that hadn't been washed in who knows how long, and the exaggerated belt with a bunch of metal hanging down his waist, his eyes full of distrust.

"My aesthetic sense should be fine."

The implication is that he wouldn't be friends with a punk rocker.

Jiang Yinglin ruffled his white hair, placed his hands on the desk, and leaned over to stare at Pei Fengzhi's noble and aloof face.

"Holy crap, Pei Fengzhi, what do you mean? You're looking down on me!"

Pei Fengzhi remained silent, but his dark eyes were filled with answers.

Jiang Yinglin was furious, but when he thought that Pei Fengzhi was just sick, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and anxiously point at himself.

"Look at me more closely, look at my face. Such an incredibly handsome face, do you really have absolutely no recollection of it?"

Jiang Yinglin's face was too close, and Pei Fengzhi frowned uncomfortably.

He casually picked up the pen on the table and tapped it on Jiang Yinglin's forehead, pushing away the face that was trying to get close.

"Don't get the oil from your face on my body."

Pei Fengzhi's casual remark instantly broke Jiang Yinglin's guard.

He pointed at Pei Fengzhi's face, which was as white as snow on a high mountain, and jumped up and down shouting.

"Pei Fengzhi, you...you heartless bastard! When I risked my life for you back then, you didn't say that at all!!! You've wasted all the friendship we shared since we were kids, you scumbag!"

Pei Fengzhi pressed his temples and gave Jiang Yinglin a displeased, cool glance.

He didn't say anything, but just one look was enough to shut Jiang Yinglin up, and he stood there, no longer daring to act like a drama queen.

Jiang Yinglin touched his nose and secretly glanced at Pei Fengzhi, who was as handsome as ever, and thought to himself.

Has this guy really lost his memory? Why is he still as scary as before? No, he seems even scarier.

He asked another question, somewhat unwilling to give up.

"You really don't remember anything?"

When Jiang Yinglin asked this question, Pei Fengzhi suddenly fell into thought. His handsome eyebrows drooped slightly, and his fingers unconsciously flicked the string of bodhi seed prayer beads that were wrapped around his wrist several times.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Yinglin felt a glimmer of hope rise in her heart and asked excitedly.

"What do you remember? Even just a little bit would be helpful!"

Pei Fengzhi parted his thin lips slightly and uttered three words softly.

"Ye Ningwan".

Jiang Yinglin was stunned.

"who?"

In those few seconds, Jiang Yinglin wondered if he had either lost his mind or lost his hearing.

How come I've never heard of this name before?

When Ye Ningwan was mentioned, Pei Fengzhi showed unusual patience, and a slight smile appeared on his lips as he thought of something else.

"My newlywed wife."

Looking at Pei Fengzhi's expression, which was more like a showy but doting one, Jiang Yinglin felt like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, and jumped back a few steps to get away from Pei Fengzhi.

"You've definitely lost your mind!"

Pei Fengzhi frowned slightly, his deep black pupils coldly glaring at Jiang Yinglin.

Jiang Yinglin received Pei Fengzhi's cold and indifferent gaze, and immediately changed his words in fear.

"What I mean is, you've never even met Ye Ningwan!"

Pei Fengzhi frowned slightly at Jiang Yinglin's confident tone.

Did he really not know Ye Ningwan before he lost his memory?

But……

During the time he was in a vegetative state, he kept having the same dream: he and a woman were constantly intertwined on a large bed.

The woman had porcelain-white skin and a soft, delicate voice that seemed to melt into his body.

He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but the moment he saw Ye Ningwan, he instinctively felt that this was the woman of his dreams.

Pei Fengzhi tried hard to recall, but a certain thread in his mind suddenly tightened, a sizzling, intense pain spreading and tormenting his soul. He was driven to uncontrollable agitation, especially with a voice chattering incessantly in his ear.

"Ninth Master, your current condition is very likely due to memory loss. You must not believe what those frivolous women say."

"Do you want me to find you a doctor? I know a lot of really amazing doctors, and there's that legendary Little Fairy Doctor. I heard she's in Haicheng. With her there, your amnesia will definitely be cured..."

"..."

Finally, Pei Fengzhi could no longer bear it, grabbed the paperweight on the table, and smashed it hard against the source of the noise.

Bang!

The paperweight grazed Jiang Yinglin's cheek and slammed into the bookshelf behind him, shattering the semi-transparent glass of the bookshelf into pieces on the floor.

Jiang Yinglin immediately jumped up.

"Holy crap! Pei Fengzhi, this could really kill people, you son of a bitch..."

He glared at the culprit, but was startled when he met Pei Fengzhi's deep red eyes and immediately ran over.

"Are you...are you alright? I'll call a doctor!"

A hand with distinct knuckles gripped Jiang Yinglin's hand as he took out his phone.

"Need not!"

Pei Fengzhi's voice was excessively hoarse, his knuckles, pressed against the desk, turned bluish-white from excessive force, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

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