Under the warm night light, Jiang Xuecheng's expression was extremely calm. His eyes, which were even more moving than black jade, flashed with a trace of love for Su Wan.
Of course, what he said just now was not a joke to Su Wan.
"Wan Wan, I'm sorry. I really know everything."
Even though he only recalled some broken fragments when he was dreaming in the middle of the night, he only knew incomplete memories.
But knowing meant knowing. If it wasn't for the fact that Su Wan wanted to expose him today, perhaps Jiang Xuecheng wouldn't have dared to "confess" to Su Wan so explicitly.
In the past, there were not only happy memories, but also the sins that he had personally committed.
For some reason, when Su Wan heard that Jiang Xuecheng was once again certain that he had remembered those things, Su Wan's hands trembled and she was blinded. Tears suddenly flowed down her cheeks.