Getting off the bus and walking toward her residential complex under the streetlights, she looked up at the lights in countless windows, thinking: Hadn’t she lived like this before? Why did loneliness now feel like breathing, present everywhere?

Then she noticed her own apartment lights were on. Her heart suddenly began racing, and You Mingxu couldn’t quite identify the feeling – that uncontrollable joy, bitterness, and anxiety all surging up at once. She disliked being so emotionally volatile, yet still rushed to the elevator at top speed and arrived at her door.

She stood in the hallway.

The door was open, with workers moving things in and out – the teenager’s wardrobe, the dismantled parts of the prince’s castle bed, along the man’s crisp suits and green caterpillar outfit, all mixed.

You Mingxu walked over slowly. The workers didn’t recognize her and gave her a few curious glances. She walked past them straight into the apartment and saw Chen Feng directing things from the bedroom doorway. Seeing her, Chen Feng maintained his composure well, just smiling slightly: “Miss You, Teacher Yin plans to move back home. I’m here to remove these extra items so they won’t be in your way. It’s getting late today, so we’ll leave after moving everything out. Tomorrow during the day, we’ll restore this room to its original state.”

You Mingxu almost couldn’t catch her breath. As proud a person as she was, watching this scene made her eyes sting. But her expression couldn’t have been colder: “Where is he?”

Chen Feng was silent for a moment, then finally said quietly: “Downstairs, in the car across the street.”

You Mingxu turned and went downstairs.

The night air was thick and bone-chillingly cold.

You Mingxu gazed from afar at that car, a black Bentley – for a long time, she hadn’t let him drive it, too flashy. So he had his driver dig out a BMW from the garage instead. She saw the driver in the front seat, while the person in the back sat behind black tinted windows, impossible to see from outside.

You Mingxu walked over.

The driver saw her too. The usually stolid, burly chauffeur unusually showed some hesitation. But ultimately he stared straight ahead, pretending not to see her.

You Mingxu stood by the rear door with her hands in her pockets, waiting quietly.

The door on the opposite side opened, and Yin Feng got out.

You Mingxu looked at him, feeling somewhat dazed. This was the second time she’d seen him since he awoke. Yet he looked completely like a different man now. If she’d met him randomly on the street, she might not have recognized him at first glance.

Usually, You Yingjun would brush his hair, carelessly running through it twice, leaving the fluffy short hair flopping on his head. The man before her now had his hair styled impeccably, very fashionable. He wore a black turtleneck sweater with a matching cashmere coat and black casual pants, his whole figure appearing particularly tall and straight, understated yet refined.

He rested one hand on the car, glanced at her, then tapped on the window. The driver understood and drove away. Finally, only the two of them remained.

You Mingxu had rushed down in anger, but face to face with this person, she didn’t know what to say. She just looked at him with an expressionless face, showing neither emotion nor weakness.

Yin Feng studied her as well.

He now knew about seventy to eighty percent of everything that had happened over the past two years. Looking at this policewoman now, his feelings were truly hard to describe.

So before speaking, he took another look at her appearance. Her figure was excellent – slim and slender, yet still full and shapely. Due to regular exercise, her lines appeared more toned and sexy than typically slim beauties. But he preferred more delicate girls, not this healthy type, lacking that feminine vulnerability. Her fashion sense wasn’t bad; though simple and makeup-free, she wore her short jacket and jeans with both beauty and coolness. But he still didn’t favor this style.

Before coming today, Yin Feng had prepared himself for a woman’s anger, resentment, reluctance, or even persistence – just like those women who had pursued him before. Unexpectedly, the woman before him appeared extremely calm, even somewhat stern, revealing no excess emotion.

“Finished looking?” the woman’s cool voice rang out.

Yin Feng unhurriedly brought his gaze from her ankles back to her face, actually smiled, and said: “Chen Feng has told me everything that happened during this time. Thank you for taking me in and caring for me. According to the doctor’s analysis, it had a positive effect on my recovery. I’ll remember this kindness. If you need any help in the future, just ask. As long as it’s within my ability.”

You Mingxu’s heart gradually sank as she listened. She stared at him without speaking.

Yin Feng stepped forward, the streetlight behind him immediately casting his shadow over her. You Mingxu thought distractedly: How had she never noticed he was this tall before? Probably because he was always bending down, or simply crouching on the ground, straight and rigid, like a clean bamboo stalk, always bending down for her.

Her nose stung. Suddenly not wanting to look at the well-dressed man approaching her, she looked away.

Yin Feng observed her expression. He felt this woman was indeed different from others. For instance, her expressions – even though she loved his former self, she never showed too obvious emotions, except for yesterday in the hospital room when she angrily kissed him… She only had very subtle changes in expression, like her eyes, or her slightly curled pinky finger. Yet none escaped his notice.

She wanted him to stay.

But for Yin Feng, this was too much to ask.

“Miss You,” he said calmly, “I hope you understand that perhaps we had feelings during that past period. But that was while I was cognitively impaired and without memories, not in my right mind. And now I don’t remember it – if we forced ourselves to be together, for me it would be like dating a strange woman. I can’t do that. I hope you won’t insist.”

You Mingxu looked at their overlapping shadows on the ground, smiled slightly, then raised her head to look directly at him: “You’re overthinking it. As you said, I had feelings for your past self. Not your current self. What kind of person you are now is none of my business. Just take your things and go, no one will force you to date a ‘strange woman.’ But Yin Feng, remember what I say today: I never beg men, and I can’t tolerate men’s betrayal. Now that you’re leaving today, never step foot in my home again. I’ll treat it as if that person never existed.”

With that, she turned and left.

Yin Feng remained in place, his expression somewhat stunned. To be fair, the woman’s fierce and proud words had raised a hint of anger in his heart. But watching her turn and leave, that phrase “I’ll treat it as if that person never existed” rang exceptionally clear, echoing in his ears. Somehow, that frustrated, depressed feeling began to surface again. He coldly watched her walk toward the complex entrance, then looked away, signaling to his driver waiting by the curb, and got into the car with a cold expression.