Pei Yanchuan did not know what had happened between them in the past, after all, and he could not blindly promise anything now out of optimism.
Lu Rui changed the subject and turned to ask Pei Yanchuan, "Are there any memories you still haven't recovered?"
Pei Yanchuan tilted his head in thought. "Probably. It feels like there's an empty patch somewhere in my mind."
Lu Rui took several fragments out of her bag. Pei Yanchuan had found quite a few of them too, but those memories did not belong to him.
He saw a fragment bearing the words [I hate guns.] and froze for a moment, because he remembered saying that.
Pei Yanchuan touched the fragment. Within two seconds, it dissolved in his hand.
Pei Yanchuan blinked. The scene before his eyes shifted again and again, forcing many memories buried deep in his mind to resurface.
He remembered. He was a child of the Pei Family, the most powerful crime family in Jing City. His father had single-handedly built the family into what it was, wielding influence on both sides of the law and engaging in illegal but lucrative dealings.
Pei Yanchuan was not his father's only child. The man had plenty of women; how could he possibly have only one child?
The Pei Family had no use for useless people. Anyone of no use would be killed. That was what members of the Pei Family were taught from childhood.
He had almost no memories of his parents. His father held all the power in the Pei Family, and he rarely had a chance to see him. As for his mother, his father had killed her when he was four.
He could no longer remember what that day had looked like. He did not know whether he had forgotten because