Chen Xiwo had spent three months adapting to her new identity.
She was only late to return to her home country, not expecting that she, the former girlfriend, would become his aunt...
"Aunt, what should I wear for my wedding in three days?"
A gentle voice came from the good-looking body in front of her.
The familiar height, the familiar face, why... mean no recollection of their love?
Despite her efforts to hide it, disappointment was still blatantly written on her face.
Looking at Xi Yuzhe holding a black suit and a white one, she subconsciously pointed to the white outfit, "This one..." Her careless words slipped out from her mouth and immediately regretted it.
The white suit was supposed to be for their wedding, and she wouldn't let anyone else tarnish it!
She hesitated a moment before hurriedly changing her answer: "No, the black one! It's high-end, classy!"
Xi Yuzhe's enchanting peach blossom eyes narrowed, appearing stunned at first, but soon deep laughter lines and intoxicating dimples emerged in his eyes.
His smile was utterly captivating, like a poppy, ensnaring her.
Chen Xiwo was almost immersed in it and could barely resist the impulse to once again confess her feelings to Xi Yuzhe. However, her emotions were intercepted by a woman who suddenly walked out of the fitting room.
Her name was Abby, the woman who was about to marry Xi Yuzhe, the daughter of the richest man in Leicheng, known as the city's number one socialite, beautiful and well-mannered.
Abby didn't have any relationship with Xi Yuzhe three years ago, so how did everything change now?
As Chen Xiwo watched the elated Abby stepping out, holding the hem of her wedding dress as she twirled, showcasing a socialite's aura that outshined everyone else, her crisp and pleasant voice rang out, "Honey, how does this look?"
"Beautiful."
Xi Yuzhe moved closer, affectionately stroking Abby's hair, and gently tucked the loose strands behind her ear, "Like this, even more beautiful."
Abby lowered her head, her shy face flushing a rosy hue.
The two were oblivious to their surroundings, deeply absorbed in their sweet love; nobody noticed Chen Xi-wu's eyes were filled with twinkling stars, as if she had harnessed the entire night sky.
Despair, dejection, loneliness.
These intense emotions washed over her like a turbulent sea.
Once, only she was privy to his warmth.
But now…
"Excuse me…I need to use the restroom," said Chen Xi-wu, swiftly turning around to hide her impending tears.
She initiated a step, just one single step.
From behind, that damn address again pricked her ears.
"Auntie Chen, you don't look so well. Do you want Abby to accompany you?" Xi Yuzhe's lips bore a light smile; it was just out of concern, but it was met with a harsh, seemingly angered denial, "No need! Keep your new bride company! Auntie Chen, Auntie, so annoying!”
Chen Xi-wu quickened her steps, leaving the changing room. With an oppressed heart, she ran to the restroom!
She must be out of her mind to have agreed to come with them to help choose a wedding dress.
And to agree to live in his house—she was definitely losing it!
She buried her head next to the faucet and let the cold water splash her face, as if it helped clear her mind instantly.
She had been back for three months already, repeatedly bearing the pattern in silence— all she waited for were the missing Xi family members to appear and give her an explanation! Why did Xi Yuzhe forget her?
And why? Why did every memory she had of infiltrating Xi Yuzhe's life trail disappear alongside her identity...
