This man, even though he had forgotten his past, his instincts still subconsciously pursued. Could he bring himself to hurt her? Even if the Mind-Bewitching Gu had stripped him of his emotions, his body’s instincts remained. Dare he, does he dare!? It wasn’t that he didn’t dare, but even without those memories, even though he had forgotten her, his body, the subconscious in his soul, his instincts that came from the bottom of his heart, still couldn’t bear to hurt her in the slightest. Since he couldn’t bear it, why leave, why leave her? Even if she had been helpless against the Mind-Bewitching Gu initially, if only she could wait a few more months, wait until finding that witch Liu Yi, then he could have remembered. Why did he go? Why did he run away silently for so long? Amid the remains of the collapsed bed, her little hands clutched his garment, grasping it tightly until her fingertips turned white and wrinkled the cloth around his chest. She just sat on top of him, biting her lip, gazing intently at him. Her face didn’t show much emotion, but tears dropped, drip by drip, falling from her eyes. He was like a man bewitched, staring as he lifted a hand to catch the tears falling from her face. When the tears hit his palm, it stung as if touched by a spark of fire, and he suddenly flinched. Then, in a daze, he looked up at her, "You’re crying..." He felt nothing inside his heart, but his body’s instincts made him want to hold her, to kiss her, to coax her, to make her smile, to see her happy... He, he probably didn’t like to see her this way, didn’t like to see her so sad, didn’t like to see her so upset, nor did he like to see her quietly shedding tears. He cupped her head and pulled her to himself, fiercely kissing her lips. This touch felt like in the endless white fog he sought every night, unbelievably familiar, yet somewhat strange, a bit heart-wrenching... Then suddenly, he pushed her away. This man, with unpredictable moods, pushed her away and saw her with scraped palms, sitting dumbly by the collapsed bedstead. His heart clenched tightly, then in anger he shouted, "Get out——!!" Dong Huiying laughed in frustration. She glanced at the wound on her hand, showing no sign of distress, and elegantly got up. She took a step forward, and he quickly backed away, his complexion turning ashen. He glared at her, then suddenly scooped up the mask she had pulled off and dashed towards the window, leaping out in a flurry! Her face turned deathly pale. As she rushed to the window, she saw him light as a feather, tapping his toes against the wall, flitting toward the Bell Tower below like a whirlwind, like a bolt of lightning. She wiped her face; as long as he was unharmed, it was fine. But his actions had also left her laughing in anger. He told her to get out, but when she didn’t, he was the one who fled? Liang Zhichen, you truly are something!! Shu Yu held his Treasure, an ancient guqin, standing outside the Bell Tower, quietly awaiting his mistress to come down. Qi Xi was a noisy one, his mouth babbling nonstop, incessantly asking Shu Yu about Dong Huiying’s preferences, obviously love-struck by her at first sight. But Shu Yu was like an ice sculpture; no matter how much Qi Xi chattered, he didn’t flick an eyelid, heard in one ear, out the other, completely indifferent to the outside world. Just then, a cry of alarm sounded. Shu Yu swiftly looked up, turning his gaze toward the top of the Bell Tower. It seemed that he had just heard the mistress calling his brother’s name?