Mo Ang slowly looked towards An Ning.
An Ning held her breath, waiting for an answer, not blinking even once.
He gazed into her eyes intently, as if hiding many stories.
An Ning nervously clenched her fists, just as she thought he was about to say something.
"Amnesia, disfigurement? You insult me like this, curse me with such harsh words, and you think it makes you happy, doesn't it?" Mo Ang squinted and asked.
His response left An Ning very disappointed, but she refused to give up. She stepped forward, looking up at him. "Mr. Mo Ang, maybe you've truly lost your memory, so you don't remember many things. Think carefully, where did you grow up? Where did you go to elementary school? Middle school, and university. What did you... used to work as? Do you remember?"
Mo Ang lowered his head, staring at her with an inexplicable expression. "Do I need to account for my past to you?"
"No, Mr. Mo, you mustn't misunderstand, I just want you to think."
