Yan Jue, penniless, led his classmates through the crowd and over the fence to the very top of the luxury cruise ship, a place forbidden to passengers.
This spot was secluded from all noise, quiet, with the sea all around.
Sitting close together on the ground, they were met by a sea breeze carrying a faint fishy scent.
Seen from behind, the scene was as serene and beautiful as a scene from an anime.
"Tell me about myself, what kind of person was I before," Yan Jue suddenly asked.
What kind of person was he?
From the first time Tang Xiaomin met him, he hadn't been a good person. He had a lot of anger, lost his temper easily, and was violent.
However, he had never once lost his temper with her, nor had he ever spoken harshly.
Her personality had changed drastically, and he was a big part of that.
"Before, you were... a humble, polite, and responsible man."
"Mm."
Yan Jue nodded without a trace of doubt, pondering for a long while.
"Did I, by any chance, fall in love with you a long time ago?"
"How far had we developed?"
As he asked this question, Yan Jue was utterly certain that he must have loved the woman before him.
Otherwise, he couldn't explain why, with no memory of her, he would feel a flutter in his heart after just one meeting.
And within a mere two hours, he would be convinced he was in love with her, to the point where he couldn't live without her.
He understood his feelings at that moment all too well.
Tang Xiaomin's heart was deeply touched, and she felt an inexplicable ache.
"I'm asking you seriously again, do you really remember nothing?"
Yan Jue shook his head. His gaze was devoid of any evasion; instead, it was filled with a strong desire for knowledge.
For someone who had lost their memory, the first thing they would want to do was regain it.
Yan Jue had lost his memory, and Tang Xiaomin was absolutely sure that Meng Yiren must be involved.
"It's okay, I'll find a way to help you get your memory back, trust me."
As she spoke, she leaned her head on Yan Jue's shoulder.
Even though he had lost his memory, he was still the same Yan Jue as before, not changed in the slightest.
He still loved her, trusted her, and would unconditionally stand by her side no matter what.
His feelings were so pure and deep. How could she resist someone like him?
She couldn't!
"Okay, I trust you," Yan Jue said.
A bright crescent moon hung in the night sky, its reflection shimmering on the sea like a mirror, a painting.
Tang Xiaomin hadn't felt this unburdened in a long time. At this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
Before she knew it, her eyelids grew heavy, her breathing even. She had fallen asleep.
Yan Jue lowered his gaze, looking closely at Tang Xiaomin's face.
She was perfectly suited to his aesthetic, her personality, and the extraordinary physical strength she had previously displayed...
"How many more surprises are there that I don't know about, waiting for me?"
"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have forgotten even you."
His feelings for her were so fervent and strong, yet he had forgotten her. He felt like a terrible... sinner.
He was guilty for forgetting her.
Fortunately, she had come to find him.
Otherwise, he wasn't sure if he would ever remember her in the future.
Or perhaps, he would miss her forever.
He had no money and couldn't afford to book a room to rest.
He remained motionless, letting Tang Xiaomin sleep against him.
Feeling that the position wasn't comfortable for her to sleep, he gently placed her on his lap, letting her lie in his arms.
He served as a human cushion for her.
The temperature on the sea at night grew colder.
Tang Xiaomin, cold in her sleep, snuggled closer into Yan Jue's embrace, seeking warmth.
Her upper body was fine, warmed by his embrace.
But her lower body was suffering. Wearing a knee-length black dress, her fair, jade-like legs were exposed to the cold, curled up.
Yan Jue decided to take off his only shirt and cover Tang Xiaomin with it.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, he sensed someone approaching from behind and paused.
"Stop hiding, come out."
Lu Xing emerged slowly from a stairwell, shielding his eyes.
He didn't know whether to stay or go.
"President Yan... I came to bring a blanket, look."
Lu Xing held up the blanket in his hand, proving his innocence.
"I accidentally disturbed you... I'm truly sorry... I'll leave now."
Having stumbled upon a private moment, Lu Xing felt awkward and turned to leave.
"Stop!"
Yan Jue's cold voice rang out from behind him.
Yan Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but shiver.
"I really didn't do it on purpose, I swear to heaven. If I did, may I die a horrible death."
Yan Jue was curious why this person named Lu Xing seemed so afraid of him.
Unable to figure it out, he stopped thinking about it.
"Bring the blanket over."
"Yes."
Lu Xing, still covering his eyes, groped his way towards them by feel.
Seeing his caution, Yan Jue silently took the blanket from his hands.
It was more like a quilt than a blanket, as it was truly thick and warm, seemingly a high-tech product from the market.
Lu Xing's curiosity was piqued, wondering what stage they were at.
Seizing the moment when the quilt was taken, he figured Yan Jue wouldn't have time to watch him.
Therefore, Lu Xing peeked through the gaps in his fingers.
He didn't know what he was looking at until he saw it. His shirt buttons were all undone, and he could see his eight-pack abs. Next, he expected...
On this dark and windy night, they were not in a room but in the forbidden open area of the cruise ship.
It had to be said, it was very wild.
Having witnessed their love and separation firsthand, Lu Xing sincerely hoped they would stay together in love.
He quietly withdrew and, immediately, gathered his men, cordoned off the forbidden area, and issued a strict order.
"Listen up, tonight, heads may roll, blood may flow, but not a single fly is allowed in here."
"If this mission fails, I want your heads!"
"Yes!"
...
The next day.
Tang Xiaomin woke up at nine-thirty. The sun was already high in the sky.
As she opened her eyes, she was met by that familiar face and found herself in a warm, familiar embrace.
Her mood was as bright as the morning sun. A happy smile curved her lips, and her eyes, with their faint under-eye bags, exuded tenderness.
She stretched lazily in his arms.
"Haa... Good morning."
Yan Jue looked at her dotingly.
"Good morning."
Actually, he wasn't doing well at all. To ensure Tang Xiaomin slept soundly, he had maintained the same position all night.
His legs had long since lost circulation, were numb, and he had no feeling in them.
Sensing Yan Jue's discomfort, Tang Xiaomin quickly stood up.
She felt guilty, realizing she had slept too soundly and had leaned on him all night.
In the past, she had accepted his kindness without question. It was only during the time they were apart that she had suddenly realized she hadn't cherished him properly.
Now that she had him back, she was determined to cherish him, dote on him, love him, and treat him well.
She would not betray this deep affection.
"After breakfast, we'll return to Modu together and I'll help you find your memories."