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Chapter 650: Overwrite the painful past with a new memory

Xinyue was patiently waiting outside the dressing room for Ruiling to come out. But even after eight minutes, there was no sign of her. He impatiently tapped on his watch and sighed.         

Why is it taking so much time for her to wear a dress?     

Wait, she didn\'t fall and hit her head or something like that, right?     

Xinyue stepped in front of the changing room\'s door and knocked on it twice. "Is there any problem?"     

Ruiling replied after two seconds. "I am c-coming. The dress got stuck…"     

He narrowed his eyes. His sharp ears immediately caught the faint sound of sniffling that she was trying to hide. He also felt that her voice sounded weaker and hoarser than before.     

Is she crying?     

"I am coming in."     

"W-what!? Hey, I am changing!\'     

"Thank you for informing me, Miss. Zhao. I didn\'t know that at all."     

"..."     

"I am giving you only one minute to step out, or I will break that door and barge in."     

"Cheng Xinyue! How can you be so shameless? How can you barge in when a woman is changing?"     

"Fifty-two, fifty-one, fifty…"     

"Are you counting down the seconds?" She exclaimed in disbelief.     

"Forty-eight, forty-seven…"     

"..."     

Ruiling gritted her teeth, fixed her dress and unlocked the door.     

What is this madman thinking!?     

As soon as the lock clicked and the door was slightly ajar, Xinyue pushed the door wide open for him to enter. That instinctively led her to step back. He shut the door and clicked the lock back to its place.     

"You hooligan! What do you think you are doing? Were you always a hidden pervert?"     

Xinyue ignored her taunts and peered into her eyes, which looked slightly redder. There were traces of small teardrops on her upper eyelashes.     

"Why were you crying?"     

She stiffened. "Huh? What are you talking about? Why will I cry?"     

Xinyue raised his hand, and just tapped her eyelash with a feathery touch with his index finger.     

"This," he showed her the small drop of tear resting on his fingertip and questioned. "And you ask what I am talking about?"         

Ruiling didn\'t know how to answer. She averted her gaze to the left and quickly said, "Oh that. I wasn\'t crying, idiot. The z-zipper pricked me at the back a little harder while changing, that\'s all."     

Xinyue grimaced. "I am a spy, Ruiling. I have interrogated people, and I know when they lie. Looking to the left is a common way for me to know that you were cooking up some excuse to fool me. You don\'t realize it, but you look to the left when you want to lie."     

Her brow twitched.     

Did I look at my left side?     

She cleared her throat. "It\'s nothing-"     

"If you don\'t tell the truth, then I will personally undo your zipper and check for any bruises on your back. If it pricked that hard, then it must have left a scar, right?"     

She tremblingly pointed her finger at him. "You…you…you just want to take advantage of me! Pervert!"     

"Say whatever you want to say to me. Just tell me the truth behind your tears. If not then, I have a better option. How about I call your father and tell him that her darling daughter had been crying?"     

She glared at him.     

Shit, no. If Mom and Dad came to know about it, they would grill me until I spill it out. I don\'t want to make them worried either…     

She saw Xinyue taking out his phone, and she swiftly pushed it back. "S-stop! You don\'t need to call him!"     

"Then-"     

"I cried because of Shen Yang!"     

Xinyue froze.     

Ruiling felt drained and listless. Her gaze dimmed. "It\'s just that…the changing room reminded me of him even if I didn\'t want to."     

"Huh?"     

Ruiling balled her fist. For some reason, she resisted telling him about that day as if…     

Will he be disappointed?     

But why do I care? It\'s not like we are dating that he would be affected to know about Shen Yang.     

Yet even so, she felt unsure and embarrassed. But it also didn\'t seem like Xinyue would drop this matter until he heard all of it.     

So slowly but with a burdensome feeling in her heart, Ruiling talked about that day as her heart pounded in her chest. She suddenly felt as if Xinyue would leave, angry and displeased.     

There was silence, and she felt even more nauseous as the seconds ticked by.     

Ruiling quickly said, "I know it\'s silly to think about him after more than a year has passed. But I am fine. I really don\'t feel anything for him anymore. Really, I don\'t hold any love for him. T-the memory…" her voice started choking, "just suddenly came to me out of the blue. It doesn\'t mean anything."     

She spoke in a rapid fire tone, subconsciously defending herself before Xinyue misunderstood her. She didn\'t know why she cared about that, but she kept talking and talking to minimize the damage.     

She felt breathless at the end of her speech, but she still didn\'t hear a sound coming from Xinyue, which only made her panic harder. She felt like crying and escaping.         

He definitely hates me now…     

It was frustrating that his reaction bothered her, but she couldn\'t help it.     

"Then isn\'t the solution simple?"     

Ruiling jolted as she suddenly spoke, and she looked up, bewildered. "What?"     

Xinyue tilted his head. "If the memory hit you and made you cry, then you just have to replace that ugly memory with a new one."     

"I…don\'t understand. New memory? I cannot go back in time and change that day."     

"Of course you cannot. I meant by overwriting the past with a new memory in the present."     

Her brows crinkled in confusion.     

How do you even do that?     

But she didn\'t get much time to think about it when Xinyue\'s tall and muscular frame covered her vision completely. She stirred. "W-what?"     

Xinyue lifted her chin with the tip of his index finger, tugged her face closer to his and smiled. "Doing the overwriting process."     

And he pressed his lips onto hers in a firm and resolute kiss, making Ruiling\'s every last thought about the painful past incinerate into ashes.