Tingyi was completely stunned by her question and didn't know what to say.
It wasn't that he didn't believe her; he just wanted to know the truth.
He knew Lou Qinxue wouldn't harm him, and he also knew that he had wronged her all these years because of his own psychological reasons.
But she still followed him without complaint.
He knew all of this.
Seeing Tingyi's expression soften, Lou Qinxue said again, "Tingyi, don't be fooled by them. Believe me, I won't hurt you, I won't."
Ting opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't utter the words of rejection and cruelty.
Just then, the studio door was suddenly opened again, followed by an ethereal female voice.
"The one who has been lying to him all along is you, Lou Qinxue."
That sound...
Ji Huaishen suddenly turned his head and saw Mu Xiaocheng standing at the door.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she spoke with a hint of panting, clearly indicating that she had left in a hurry.
Ji Huaishen frowned in displeasure, a hint of tenderness gradually appearing on his cold and stern face. He stepped forward and took her hand: "Why are you here?"
Mu Xiaocheng pouted and huffed, "I'm worried about you."
A smile appeared in Ji Huaishen's eyes.
Then he took her hand and brought her to Tingyi.
He said seriously, "She is your daughter. Your wife is not Lou Qinxue. Before you lost your memory, you had a wife, and you loved each other very much."
"Your wife's name is Meng Qingning."
Meng Qingning?!
This name...
It felt both strange and familiar.
It felt like he'd heard it somewhere before, or perhaps it was something etched in his heart, something he'd never forgotten.
Lime?
Lime?
Meng Qingning!
Ting felt a sharp pain in her head, which grew more and more intense, as if it were about to explode.
He helplessly covered his head with his hands, sweat gradually seeping from his forehead, his muscles tense, and his whole body trembling.
Seeing this, Lou Qinxue quickly threw away the gun in her hand, supported him and said, "Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore. He's just a stranger. Don't torture yourself."
Her voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were red-rimmed.
It turns out that Meng Qingning was really, really important to him; just her name was enough to make him break down.
Tingyi suddenly grabbed Lou Qinxue's arm, her eyes bloodshot and her face pale.
"Tell me, who is she? Why, why do I feel so much pain?"
It was like having your heart mercilessly ripped open with a knife, leaving it bleeding profusely and shockingly.
Upon hearing his words, Lou Qinxue's tears began to fall uncontrollably.
She bit her lower lip tightly and shook her head vigorously.
She won't tell.
She will never tell anyone in her life.
Even if she dies, she won't say anything.
She didn't want him to remember.
She was selfish and willful; she schemed and plotted, but all she wanted was him.
She couldn't say it, otherwise, she would really lose him.
Tingyi grabbed her arm tightly and demanded loudly, "Tell me!"
"I don't know, I really don't know."
Lou Qinxue was already sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing that Tingyi's mood was off, Mu Xiaocheng quickly stepped forward and said, "She won't tell. Come with us."
"We will... make you remember."
This statement was weighty and earnest.
It sounds like a promise.
But it's more like Mu Xiaocheng's way of explaining herself.
There are some things he has to remember for himself.
Give her, give her mother an explanation.
Ting glanced to the side at the little girl beside her.
Her fair and pretty face was so approachable.
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