Gao Han felt that he had only said some very normal things, but his little wife seemed to have heard some good news, her smile as sweet as honey.
Memory loss, what's so strange about it?
Gao Han frowned imperceptibly, watching his little wife's unusual reaction and silently took note of this detail.
So, much later, when Ning Ruixi finally mustered up the courage to confess to the man that she wasn't the original person, Gao Han's reaction was so indifferent that it left her somewhat disappointed.
But that indifference was only her unilateral feeling. She didn't see the moment of sudden realization that flashed in the man's eyes when he heard her words, naturally unaware that the man's lack of enthusiasm regarding her true identity stemmed not from disinterest but from the many slips she unwittingly revealed on a regular basis. When all those slips accumulated, they formed a state where one merely needed to gently poke to find the real answer.
"Where's your man?"