The messages from the other end suddenly stopped. Then a video call from Lu Ye popped up.
The camera swayed, revealing that he was actually in a car.
"You didn't go home?"
"I just left."
His voice was hoarse, but his eyes held a clear smile, as though a fire burned beneath it.
"Babe, you've got your household register, right? Let's get our marriage registered tomorrow."
Xie Lin blinked, his mind failing to keep up for a moment.
"Aren't we getting engaged?"
"Can we skip the engagement and go straight to marriage?"
"..."
"Wait for me at home. I'll be right there."
Xie Lin suddenly bristled.
"What are you coming over for now?"
"To sleep with you in my arms, then get our marriage registered tomorrow morning."
"Have you lost your mind?"
Lu Ye fell silent, his lips pressed tight as the air around him grew heavier by the moment.
Only after talking to Shen Qing'an had he learned that he had forgotten so many details from back then.
After leaving the hospital, he had originally planned to wrap up his schoolwork over the next couple of days and go back to see Xie Lin, only for his grandfather to put him straight on a plane and send him abroad for over six months of grueling training.
By the time he returned, not only had the incident grown hazy in his memory, but he had almost completely forgotten little Xie Lin's face, too.
But he couldn't blame his grandfather.
His mental power had erupted back then, leaving him on the verge of collapse. If he hadn't found something intensely demanding to occupy his mind, no one knew how many more days he could have held on.
Just like that, he and little Xie Lin had missed out on so many