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"Song Weiyu didn't know where he got so stubborn from. His mind was full of the bloody suit and the curved blade saber.

"Han Guanshan, I beg you, please help me get it back, please. I beg you." She cried with tears all over her face, and held the man's arm tightly, like a drowning person holding on to driftwood, it was her only hope.

Han Guanshan cursed himself for being soft-hearted, but he was also drowning in the water of her eyes.

"Okay, I'll help you find it, but you have to promise to follow me back to Southeast Asia. No matter what happens during this time, you have to follow me. If you get angry again, don't blame me for using force."

Song Weiyu was stunned for a moment. When he heard him talk about returning to Southeast Asia, he was clearly reluctant.

But right now, she had no other choice but to get her suit and saber back.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll agree to anything."

When Zhou Qingye brought these two things to Song Weiyu's desk, he said, "Sister, just forget about what happened before and don't think about it anymore. After all, if you think about it, you will suffer. Because that memory is not a good one."

Isn't it beautiful?

She looked at her broken fingers and wondered why she only lost the ring finger on her right hand. It is said that the ring finger is connected to the heart, so it is used to carry marriage and love.

She couldn't help but wonder if this finger had once worn someone's wedding ring.

What kind of wedding ring should it be? When she loses this finger, does she also lose the man's promise?

The longer time went by, the more curious she became about her vanishing memories.

Finally, after two days of depression, she mustered up the courage to send a text message to Fu Haitang.

"Mr. Fu, can we chat sometime?" They parted on bad terms last time, so this time, she decided to be nicer.

After all, Fu Haitang didn't seem to be a good-tempered person. Even from the first time they met, Song Weiyu felt that he was not easy to mess with.

Fu Haitang looked at his phone with a calm expression.

Since he decided to let her go, he should of course control his deep love for her first.

How to do it? It's so simple. He has faced Song Weiyu's neglect and cold violence for decades. It is enough for him to learn the basics.

"Is something wrong?"

Those two cold words were completely different from the man who forcefully entered her fitting room and whispered "I'll feel bad" in her ear.

Song Weiyu almost felt that he had a split personality.

"I want to ask you, how long have we known each other?"

"Is it important?" He spoke in a steady voice, as if he didn't care. "No matter how long we've known each other, I can't remember it in my heart."

Song Weiyu frowned. From what he said, it seemed that the two of them had a close relationship.

Then he must know who this black suit belongs to!

Or maybe, it's his?

Song Weiyu wanted to ask directly, but she always felt that her throat was blocked by some emotion in her heart. This emotion told her not to ask.

why?

Why do I have such concerns in my heart?

She grabbed the quilt, nervously picking at the pattern on it, hesitant. But this matter had been hidden in her heart for two days and had become a breakthrough in her search for memory.

He changed the question, "Mr. Fu, do you usually wear a black suit?"

Fu Haitang paused as he signed, and the last two words in his flamboyant writing became distorted.

Tang, bitter love is fruitless.

“Never worn.”

"Then you know, I...Is there anyone around me who likes to wear black suits?"

Fu Haitang held the pen until the ink stained the paper, forming a black dot like a period.

"Yes, he wears all black suits."

Song Weiyu's heart suddenly tightened. This man must have a deep connection with her, otherwise how could his suit appear on the rooftop of Han Guanshan Hospital with blood on it.

Han Guanshan never mentioned the past to her, fearing that she would remember something, and he even refused to show her photos of his grown-up son.

She couldn't help but speculate that she and Han Guanshan were not real husband and wife, and even their son was probably fake.

So, what is going on?

Could it be that the owner of the black suit is her husband?

As if the truth was right in front of him, Song Weiyu swallowed the anxiety in his throat, "Mr. Fu, I want to ask you one last question, where is the owner of this suit now?"