Lihua had no other choice.

  She wanted to give justice to Jia. But at the same time, she was also worried about Old Madam. Wei's strength was unparalleled, and taking him away was akin to taking the heart out of the Underworld. They needed all the power to defeat Jiang Shan and rescue Zhao Weisheng from his clutches.

  Lihua quickly got up. "That's all I wanted to say."

  Wei quickly blocked her way. "Lihua!"

  She didn't spare him any glance. "Wei, please let me go. I wanted to tell you this on the phone itself, but you insisted. I only agreed because I felt it was important to tell you personally."

  She clutched her handbag and looked away. It was getting increasingly difficult to stay beside him. She missed Wei so much that she had an urge to jump into his hug as soon as she saw him.

  But the moment Jia flashed in her mind; she stopped herself. She didn't want to betray Jia anymore by thinking about Wei.

  We have already divorced now……Yes…We are no longer together…Don't think about him anymore…


  She chanted it to remind herself again and again.

  Wei saw the bags under her eyes and clenched his fists.

  She cried…


  He could only blame himself. He had promised that he would never make Lihua sad. And now, he was the only reason her eyes were filled with tears.

  "Lihua I……I am sorry…"

  She stiffened. She blinked her eyes at him. "Wei, there is no use of saying sorry anymore. You have killed a person, and it is beyond any apology. Please. I don't want to meet you anymore."

  She turned, but he blocked her way again. "N-No! I…… really mean it. I realized that taking away your memories was a cruel thing to do," he trembled. "Until yesterday, I only apologized because I didn't want to let you go. B-But now I really understand that I was wrong…… I was selfish. I shouldn't have done that…"

  He took a step towards her, and she slightly jolted. "If somebody takes away my memories of you one day, I will……I will feel the loneliest in this world. When I thought about forgetting everything about you," a tear trickled down his cheek, "I couldn't breathe…I am sorry for making you cry, Lihua. I am sorry for taking her away from you. I…"

  He remembered how Jia had vowed to expose his true colors and how he had cruelly killed her parents.

  Wei's reason for shooting that bullet in her chest was not because she was disguised as a maid and tried to get information against him.

  It was because he learned that she was Lihua's sister. He realized that day that she was talking about the same parents he killed, whose Lihua was the daughter.

  And when he came to know that it was concerning Lihua, the little girl he was trying to find for so long after they separated in childhood - he couldn't believe it for a long time.

  But when he did, he immediately thought of Jia as a problem. He wasn't much emotionally aware, but he at least understood that the parents mattered to the sisters. Jia was crying her eyes out, and there was hatred in her gaze for him. If Jia exposed his truth about killing them, then Lihua would hate him. There would be no meaning to finding her again after years.

  To not let Lihua know about Jia's murder, he erased her memories.

  And to not let her know about her parents' murder either, he, in turn, killed Jia.

  It was history repeating itself, albeit in a different way.

  In other words, the truth about her parents' death was still kept hidden from her. And once again, Wei refused to admit it, just like Jia's death.

  But this time, there wasn't the only reason for not making her hate him even more. He thought this way in the beginning.

  But as time passed by and as he slowly became more aware of feelings bit by bit, he found himself unable to tell her because he realized that the truth would incredibly hurt her.

  Lihua stared at him. She didn't want to listen to anything about Jia.

  But regarding her memory loss, she felt that Wei was truly apologetic now. Maybe Old Madam or Jiang Yubi talked to him and made him realize it.

  She lowered her gaze.

  "Everything is too late now. No matter how sincere you might be, you cannot change anything now. Forgiveness is not an option anymore."

  He froze.

  She was about to walk away, but just then, a waiter passed by her, and the smell of a chicken sandwich twitched her nostrils.

  Suddenly, she couldn't understand why, but she felt extremely nauseous. The smell irritated her, and she had an urge to puke.

  "Mmph!"

  Lihua covered her mouth and dashed towards the washroom. Wei stood stunned for a moment, but he quickly snapped out and rushed behind her.

  "Lihua!"

  He banged on the ladies' room door. Through the washroom's door, he could hear her puking and breathing heavily, and he paled.

  W-What is happening? Why did she suddenly get sick? She was alright a minute ago.

  Wei quickly took out his phone and dialed a certain evil doctor's number. An irritated voice came from the other end.

  "What the fuck is your problem?" Mingshen snarled. "If you have called me to cry out your pathetic sorrows to me, then I will cut you up into pieces!"

  "Lihua is sick!"

  "Huh?"

  "I-I-I don't know…" Wei was panicking a lot as he said, "She was fine, but then she ran towards the washroom, a-and she is puking now. I don't know what happened. She was alright a minute ago. I don't know what to do. Sh-She is not opening the door…I-Is she in danger? And our child? Is he safe? Is there a problem? She seems so weak. What if-"

  "Oh, shut it for a second!" He said, exasperated…… "You take a deep breath first, or you will become the patient instead of her, you stupid ass," he snapped.