Xiao Yang was at the bar.
The people around him changed several times, but the woman by his side remained the same.
Yue Shan tightly clung to Xiao Yang's arm, smiling sweetly.
Xiao Yang had lost his memory, forgetting the woman he once loved most—Zhou Ya.
Yet he remembered Yue Shan and their past together.
Zhou Ya tightened her grip on her wine glass, her voice hoarse. "Xiao Yang, have you forgotten? You said you would marry me."
Xiao Yang tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiling coldly. "Zhou Ya, you're just being overly sentimental. Even if I hadn't lost my memory, I wouldn't be interested in you anymore."
"After all, I already have someone I like."
With that, he leaned down and kissed the corner of Yue Shan's mouth.
Yue Shan blushed and smiled shyly, but her glance at Zhou Ya was filled with provocation.
Zhou Ya suddenly stood up, grabbing a bottle of red wine and pouring it over Xiao Yang. "Xiao Yang, you heartless bastard!"
The red wine drenched him completely, staining his white shirt.
Xiao Yang was momentarily stunned but then calmly picked up a napkin from the table to wipe himself off.
His friends gasped in shock.
"Zhou Ya, are you crazy?"
"Do you have any idea how expensive that shirt is?"
"Xiao Yang, do you want us to throw her out?"
Xiao Yang casually replied, "No need."
Yue Shan picked up a towel and gently wiped him down. "Xiao Yang, it's my fault. If I had come back sooner, you wouldn't have had to endure this for so long."
Xiao Yang smiled gently. "It's okay; I don't blame you."
Zhou Ya scoffed. "Xiao Yang, your taste has always been terrible."
"Yue Shan's hair is fake down to the last strand. Did you buy such cheap wigs just to save a few bucks?"
Yue Shan's expression darkened. "Zhou Ya!"
"Shut up! What right do you have to talk to me?"
Zhou Ya refused to back down. "What? Can’t you handle a few words from me?"
"When you bullied me back then, weren’t you quite strong?"
"Xiao Yang, your white moonlight is truly something else."
Xiao Yang's face turned grim. "Zhou Ya, my love life is none of your business."
Zhou Ya felt as if a heavy weight had crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Once, Xiao Yang had protected her.
He had said, "Zhou Ya, you are the softest and most precious part of my heart."
"I won't let anyone bully you."
But now, that boy who professed his love was nowhere to be found.
Standing before her was a cold and unfamiliar man.
Xiao Yang's friends jeered, "Zhou Ya, since you can't bear to part with Xiao Yang, why not stay and keep him company?"
They laughed lewdly, their eyes roaming over Zhou Ya without restraint.
Zhou Ya felt her stomach churn.
She looked at Xiao Yang for help, but he was staring down at the red wine stain on his clothes.
His silence was more painful than any words could convey.
Zhou Ya took a deep breath. "Xiao Qiang said that as long as you're willing to go back with him, he won't hold today against you."
"Otherwise, Yue Shan will always be the third wheel."
Xiao Yang's eyelids twitched slightly.
He raised his eyes to Zhou Ya. "Fine, just get lost."
Zhou Ya turned to leave.
A man grabbed her arm. "Miss Zhou, don't be in such a hurry to go."
"Xiao Yang told you to leave, but he didn't say you could go right now."
Zhou Ya shook him off in disgust. "Let go!"
The man pulled her back forcefully. "Don't push your luck."
Xiao Yang quietly observed the scene.
Zhou Ya closed her eyes in despair.
"Enough!"
Xiao Yang stood up, a hint of anger in his eyes. "Get out!"
Everyone turned to look at him, including Yue Shan, who appeared shocked.
"I said it!" He raised his voice, scanning the crowd with a fierce gaze.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Finally, his gaze landed on Yue Shan. "You too, get out!"
Xiao Yang and Yue Shan got into another car.
Zhou Ya sat in the vehicle, watching the scene unfold.
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