Qiao Xia, "...do we have a good relationship?"
"Yes, you and the Young Master have a very, very good relationship; we all feel happy just watching you two."
Qiao Xia was slightly moved in her heart. She didn't bring up her past with Mu Liang, just acknowledged that they were married, and whenever she asked others, their responses were vague, but this couple alone told her that their relationship was good.
Under the lamplight, Qiao Xia's pale face appeared a translucent white, her long lashes trembling lightly. If she loved Mu Liang so much, why had she forgotten this memory? If she loved Mu Liang, she would have blurted out "How do I love Mu Liang" without any hesitation, but what was he feeling as he listened to her? He tormented her so, and she clenched her teeth, hoarsely shouting, "I hate you, I don't love you."
She clearly remembered that even before falling into a coma, she had screamed, "I hate you, I don't love you."
