"How much do you really know about love?" Miss F countered. "All your memories are fabricated, your lover is fabricated, even the feeling of liking someone is fabricated. How could you possibly truly know what it feels like to like someone?"
"Because it is an instinct humans are born with. It has nothing to do with your memories," Zhang Heng said.
"That answer is far too vague." Miss F shook her head. "You don't understand Mr. G. When I had nowhere left to turn, he saved me. I said that if he liked me, he could marry me, but he told me there was no need to make a decision so quickly. He said that he did like me, but he didn't want me to make that decision out of gratitude toward him. And when I said I wanted to completely cast aside Tang's identity, he was the one who found me a plastic surgeon and gave me an ordinary face, allowing me to live like an ordinary person, even though he still preferred my original face."
"As the actual ruler of the First Layer, he could find any kind of woman he wanted. Yet he has remained single all these years. I know he has been waiting for me. By your standards, does that count as love?" Miss F countered.
"We were talking about your love for him, not his love for you. Since you had never accepted this relationship all these years, why did you suddenly get engaged to him now?"
"Because war is coming. I don't want to leave behind any regrets, whether mine or his." Miss F pointed at the KTV not far away. "We have a common enemy. They're in there. What I don't understand is that you don't seem like someone who likes meddling