Wen Wanzhi silently stared at the flickering flames in the fireplace, lost in thought.
She herself was still unclear, what her current feelings toward Bao Yancheng were...
Or rather, she had been avoiding thinking about this issue.
To forgive him seemed unfair to the hardships she endured because of him in the past.
To treat him like a stranger, yet unable to stop being emotionally affected by his every move.
But ever since Bao Yancheng regained his memory, the two of them seemed to fall into an irresistible mutual attraction.
This uncontrollable feeling made her even more anxious.
Wen Wanzhi looked up at Huo Qidong, who appeared indifferent, seemingly not in a hurry, and she knew in her heart that he insisted on an answer today.
"Dad," Wen Wanzhi began with some difficulty, "I, I don't know."
Huo Qidong's calm gaze lifted slightly, giving Wen Wanzhi a look, his expression carrying a hint of authority and coldness.