"Senior, don't you recognize me?"
Murong Qin's eyes trembled, her red lips lightly bitten. It was as though a faint veil of mist had settled over them, and the crystalline tears might roll down at any moment.
"Miss, I'm sorry..."
Jiang Lin wore a conflicted expression and turned his head away, refusing to look at Murong Qin's incomparably clear eyes.
He was afraid that the moment he saw them, his heart would soften a little more.
Xiao Qin... I've wronged you. Once this is over, your Master will make it up to you properly!
Jiang Lin sighed inwardly, but the expression on his face grew even more lifelike. That bewildered look in his eyes was utterly convincing—practically worthy of an Oscar-winning actor!
"Do you know me, Miss? And may I ask where this place is and what my name is? Why am I here, and what relation are you to me?"
Jiang Lin fired off several questions in one breath, first making sure to establish that he had lost his memory.
"I..."
Murong Qin clutched her skirt, her little mouth half-open, but she stopped herself from speaking, her heart sinking into emptiness.
Especially when she saw the way her Master knew nothing at all, the girl felt heartbroken.
"This is Clear Moon Mountain in the Demon Race World. It is where I cultivate."
Senior Tian Fang stepped forward and sat at the head of Jiang Lin's bed, looking straight into his eyes.
"May I ask who you are?" Jiang Lin asked doubtfully, completely immersed in his role.
"My name is Senior Tian Fang, and your name is Jiang Lin." Senior Tian Fang's expression was complicated. "Do you truly remember nothing at all?"
Jiang Lin shook his head "blankly."
Senior Tian Fang's brows knitted slightly, and the sorrow in her eyes