The man saw Murong Feiyan nod and hurriedly thanked her again. "Thank you for saving me!"
Murong Feiyan shook her head. "It was merely a lift of the hand, nothing worth mentioning. Young Master, please don't take it too much to heart!"
Hearing Murong Feiyan's words, the man froze for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Merely a lift of the hand, nothing worth mentioning—yet it had been his very life!
The man rubbed his aching head, his brows knitting slightly as he asked, "Miss, could you tell me where this is? And what should I call you?"
"My name is Murong Feiyan. You can call me Feiyan. This is Lanxi Village, under Xiacity of the Desolate Kingdom.
May I ask how I should address you, Young Master?"
"Lanxi Village! Xiacity! Desolate Kingdom!"
The man muttered those words under his breath. When he heard her ask for his name, he went blank.
He racked his brains, trying to speak his own name, yet he had somehow lost every memory related to it.
He struck his head heavily several times, but still could not remember. At last, he said with a mournful face, "Miss Murong, I don't know what my name is. I can't remember."
"Ah?"
Murong Feiyan cried out, hurriedly covering her mouth with a hand as her large eyes stared blankly at the man before her.
He had lost his memory?!
To be honest, in all her life, Murong Feiyan had never seen such a handsome man.
The men in her village, compared to the one before her, were as far apart as clouds and mud!
"Think carefully again. Don't rush. Take your time. It's all right!"
Murong Feiyan comforted him gently, a trace of pity flashing through her eyes.
What had this man gone