118: The Strange Mr. Lin

Softly, the dawn of departure; in silence, the Cambridge of tonight.

Xiyang, you were the one who told me this. Were you already preparing to leave me even then?

Seeing the last line of text at the bottom, Xiao Qi froze.

She had spoken those very words herself that day, moved by the moment. It felt as if something was about to break through its cocoon.

Could it be that I...

"Ye Xiyang, I really hate you." Yichen spoke suddenly, though his eyes remained closed; he seemed to be murmuring unconsciously.

His voice was faint, barely audible.

Xiao Qi leaned in to listen. "Every time you appear, you bring me trouble and give me a headache. We clearly belong to two different worlds, so why do you always insist on clinging to me? Do you know that every time I see you, a fire burns inside me? I want nothing more than to drive you far away, yet I can’t bear to."

"I shouldn't have been soft-hearted. I shouldn't have gotten close to you. I need to stay clear-headed—yes, I must stay clear-headed and keep my distance from you."

Has he remembered me?

Xiao Qi immediately called out to him, "Lin Yichen? Wake up?"

Suddenly, she was pulled down. Yichen rolled over, pinning her with one leg and resting his head on her shoulder.

Xiao Qi was unable to move.

"Hey! Lin Yichen, get up," she urged, but no matter how hard she pushed, he wouldn't budge.

Xiao Qi turned to look at his sleeping face.

Was he just talking in his sleep?

Probably.

Xiao Qi sighed again.

I actually thought he had remembered me.

She pushed him again, but he remained as still as a statue.

The scent of his masculinity washed over her ear, making her heart flutter.

Mustn't look, mustn't look. If I keep looking, I’ll get a nosebleed.

Xiao Qi immediately turned her head, but his warm, masculine breath was right there, inches away.

Damn it, they say women are tormenting little demons.

Right now, this man is a tormenting male demon.

He can be looked at and held, but I can't do anything about it.

If he hadn't lost his memory, I could at least hold him accountable for his debts. Now that he has, I can't even collect on those.

Xiao Qi muttered to herself the whole way.

Yichen’s sharp gaze suddenly landed on her, watching her from afar.

His nerves were suddenly pulled taut.

He clutched his head with both hands as flashes of images involving her began to emerge.

Xiao Qi seemed to sense something and looked over.

What she saw was Yichen crouching slightly by the roadside, his hands clutching his head.

Huh? What’s wrong with him?

Xiao Qi immediately ran over and grabbed his arm. "Lin Yichen, what's wrong?"

He looked up and saw her flushed cheeks. The pain in his nerves eased instantly, and he pulled her into an embrace, pressing his thin lips against hers.

Xiao Qi’s eyes widened in shock.

What is happening?