Chapter 513 We Will Never Meet Again

Ji Shiting grasped her wrist, and his low voice was soothing: "Don't be afraid."

Ye Shengge bit her lip and murmured: "I'm sorry..."

"Don't blame yourself." The man said lightly, "You can't hurt me. If you can hurt me, it can only mean one thing, which is my choice."

Ye Shengge blinked: "You don't remember anything, what right do you have to say that?"

"Ye Shengge, although I have lost my memory, my IQ is still there." His eyes were full of contempt, "I know what reasoning is."

Ye Shengge's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She took a deep breath, calmed down, and carefully helped him untie the gauze.

Looking at the fresh wound on the man's chest that had not yet healed completely, her hands trembled even more.

This was stabbed by her own hands. If it was a little more off, or a little deeper, he might die.

This fact made her almost unable to breathe for a moment, and deep fear flashed across her eyes.

"Ye Shengge." As if he saw something wrong with her, the man's voice sounded deep, "This is a wound you caused yourself."

Ye Shengge came back to her senses in a daze and looked up at him.

The man raised one hand and held her face: "But I'm still alive and well, and you will never hurt me again, right?"

His words seemed to have a powerful force that made her suddenly calm down.

That's right, she can't hurt him again.

So, she can't retreat weakly, and can't be overwhelmed by guilt.

This is a wound she caused herself, and she is accepting the punishment that makes her want to die, but she doesn't need to blame herself too much for it.

She bit her lip hard until she smelled the taste of blood, and then she started the next step.

Her hands were still shaking, but her eyes had become firm.

Ji Shiting looked at her without blinking, and his eyes gradually softened.

After changing, Ye Shengge covered his clothes, took a long breath, and said softly: "Okay."

"Yeah." The man's voice was slightly hoarse, "You are very brave."

Ye Shengge's eyelashes trembled slightly. At that moment, she almost suspected that this man led her here just to let her face his wounds in person-did he really lose his memory?

Otherwise, why did he know so clearly what she was afraid of?

She couldn't help but look up at him. Perhaps her eyes were full of doubts, and the man raised his eyebrows in question.

"Ji Shiting, I..." She bit her lip, hesitating whether to tell him that she was a split personality.

But she was afraid. If he really lost his memory, would he still be interested in her after knowing the truth?

Ji Shiting didn't ask any more questions and waited patiently.

However, what Ye Shengge finally said was: "Does your wound still hurt..."

"Not bad." He smiled slightly, "This level of pain is nothing."

She nodded: "I...I should go."

"Tonight, there will be no one in my ward." The man's voice was tempting, "Do you want to stay with me, huh? I'll let Feng Jing take you away tomorrow morning."

Ye Shengge shook her head desperately: "No, no! Ji Shiting, we can't meet again in the future!"

His eyes sank.

Ye Shengge blinked desperately and forced back the tears.

The more he got along with her, the stronger his reluctance would be. She was selfish enough and couldn't continue to be selfish.