After Mrs. Jiang Lost Her Memory, Mr. Jiang Fought and Robbed Her

>His fingertips brushed her soaked hiking clothes: "No one should come here." >When the heavy rain poured down, he silently took her back to the old house with rich decorations but silence. >When she curiously touched the bronze vessels in the ancestral hall, he suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Don't touch them, they recognize you." > Late at night, she pushed open the creaking wooden window of the west wing and discovered that a thousand-foot cliff hung outside the window. >On the porch, dressed in white as snow, he was looking up at the moon. The moonlight saw the possessiveness surging in his eyes: "Look, even the moon is helping me keep you."