Cheng Haoyu finally opened his eyes in response to Fang Biying's repeated calls. When he woke up, his forehead was covered with sweat, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were extremely serious.
"Ah Lang, are you okay?" Fang Biying washed a towel and handed it to him: "Are you dreaming again?"
Cheng Haoyu sighed softly and slowly stood up, completely forgetting the note in his hand. When he reached out to take the towel, the note fell right at Fang Biying's feet.
"What is this?" Fang Biying looked at the note on the ground in surprise.
Cheng Haoyu's head, which was originally a little groggy, suddenly became clear, and he began to recall what happened before he went to bed.
But when he reached out to pick up the note on the ground, Fang Biying had already picked it up faster than him. Seeing his somewhat nervous expression, she was even more curious about the note in her hand.
"What on earth is this?" Fang Biying asked.
"Nothing." Cheng Haoyu responded indifferently.
Seeing that she couldn't get any results from him, Fang Biying nodded grimly and opened the note.
The above content made her dumbfounded. During this period of time, Cheng Haoyu had been cold as ice to her. She was already sad enough, but she always believed that Alang had feelings for her, so even if he was indifferent and said heartless words, she endured it silently. But the content of this letter was another stab in the face of her already desperate and cold wound.
"Alang, are you writing this letter to that bitch Zheng Xinyi?" Fang Biying asked as she handed the letter to him.
"Haven't you already seen the contents?" Cheng Haoyu responded coldly without even raising his eyebrows.
Fang Biying's hands trembled as she held the paper, her brow furrowed in a frown, tears of grievance and sadness welling up in her eyes. "You've written yourself as so helpless and aggrieved. Is it really that difficult for you to marry me?"
"Biying, I've already told you that I have a wife and a son. We can't be together." Cheng Haoyu explained for the last time, and it was also the last time he spoke to her so calmly.
"But you were not like this before. When you knew nothing, you were so gentle and considerate to me. We were so happy together. Everyone in the troupe said that we were a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Alang, have you forgotten all those good times?" Fang Biying asked.
Cheng Haoyu sighed deeply: "Things were different back then. At that time, I didn't know I had lost my memory, nor did I know I already had a wife and child."
"Since we could be together happily back then, why can't we be together now? Ah Lang, you can just act like before and pretend that you have never been to Beijing and have never met Zheng Xinyi, is that not okay?" Fang Biying said in a pleading tone.
"Why don't you understand? Now that I know a lot of things, I can't pretend not to know. Biying, you are a good girl. I have let you down, but it is really impossible between us. If you really love me, let me go, okay?" Cheng Haoyu spoke from the bottom of his heart and looked at her expectantly.
Pearls welled up in her eyes. Fang Biying tore the note into pieces right in front of him, then threw them all over the sky. "I, Fang Biying, will never let go of anything I've decided on in this life. Everyone in the troupe is my confidant. Don't even think about getting someone to take this letter away for you."
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