"Do you remember what you said before..." He was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"I don't remember." Bai Sangzhu answered very directly.
Jiang Jiuchun paused, and then he asked again: "I remember, you said, you..." Before he could say the next words, he was interrupted again.
"Don't ask." Bai Sangzhu was a little annoyed and frowned: "It's been too long, I've long forgotten."
Forgot.
She had long forgotten about Bai Sangzhu.
Jiang Jiuchun's heart suddenly felt cramped. He gritted his teeth, not daring to look at the person standing with his back to him. He lowered his head and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." He said over and over again.
He owed her this.
He wanted to spend his whole life repaying it, but the other party didn't want it.
Bai Sangzhu didn't want to listen anymore, turned around, took his things, and left without looking back.
As soon as the door closed, the body of the person in the room began to tremble violently. He clenched his fists and his breathing became rapid. He raised his hand and punched the wall. After a long time, his breathing gradually calmed down. When he put his hand down, he had lost consciousness.
Purpose: commemoration