Korea stumbled forward a step, nearly falling. After steadying herself, she turned her head dazedly, looking at Ji Chicheng with a tear-streaked face.
Ji Chicheng looked at her in such a state, frowned in disgust, "Luckily, I have amnesia."
He doesn't believe he would like such a woman who throws herself at him.
Moreover, he dislikes her clothing, he dislikes her hair.
For this man, she has done so much, lowered herself to this extent, she can only continue forward, cannot back down.
Not being able to have this man, she would die in discontent.
Korea silently encouraged herself, lifting her head full of fighting spirit.
"Chicheng, how can you treat me like this? We were really together, truly in love, I have photos."
She said as she cried, while fetching her phone, found the photos, and walked to Ji Chicheng to show him.
Ji Chicheng didn't want to look initially, but his gaze inadvertently swept over them, and he was startled.
