Ye Yazhou glanced at Wen Wanzhi's expression, like a little dog with drooping ears.
"Sister Wanzhi, do you still feel sorry for him?"
Wen Wanzhi's thoughts were interrupted, and she was at a loss for words for a moment, but her reddening ear tips betrayed her.
To say she didn't feel sorry would be to deceive herself.
Ever since she returned to Beijing, Bao Yancheng had been plagued with injuries and illness.
Yes, that's right, this man deserved his punishment. The debt he owed her was far greater than that.
But he was the man she had walked with side by side for ten years; even if she appeared to be invincible on the surface, her heart couldn't be completely unaffected.
At that moment, she understood that she still had a little bit of softness left in her heart.
Wen Wanzhi suppressed the turmoil in her heart, "Even if it's to recover memories, it shouldn't come at the cost of harming one's body."