Jiang Yipeng continued in a hoarse voice, “Shuijing stopped celebrating birthdays and never ate a single piece of cake since then, whether it was her favorite fresh cream strawberry or any other flavor…”
She was punishing herself.
What… how could this be?” Dong Yilin widened her eyes, “That… that can’t be her fault!”
For so many years, she had never heard about this.
“Shui Jing has always been soft on the outside but strong inside. We tried to comfort and guide her, and after all these years, she finally started to smile. Perhaps to avoid worrying us, she always seemed fine, but cake was the one thing she absolutely refused to touch,” Lü Peiling added.
Shui Jing, with her memory loss, forgot about them and her past pain.
Was this fortune or misfortune?
“I want to be with A Ji!” Shui Jing declared again.
The Zheng family, who came to request her again, was disappointed, and Dong Yilin could only sigh.
In fact, after the truth was revealed, everyone had prepared for the worst.
The Shui Jing who lost her memory was no longer the original Fang Shui Jing.
Like a delicate orchid transplanted into a wealthy family, she was nurtured and pampered, absorbing nobility, losing her ability to live independently.
Shui Jing, who forgot everything and her pain, happily ate cake, looking so blissful!
Jiang Yipeng’s heart was bleeding.
His Shui Jing was not this coquettish and romantic woman – the original Shui Jing was an independent modern woman, with a calm yet firm personality, intellectually gifted and loving literature, quiet but articulate.
Countless nights, they shared a book, a good movie, or a stage play, passionately discussing their feelings and insights. Even occasional disagreements would end with a knowing smile after a harmless debate.
For him, Shui Jing was not just his childhood sweetheart, but also his soulmate. Beyond romantic feelings, she was like family – after all, Shui Jing, who lost her parents, was the little sister he had held hands with and supported all along!
Cherishing, loving, yearning… for twenty years, he had loved deeply, and believed Shui Jing felt the same.
Who would have thought that fate would let unrelated relatives steal their love!
