Chapter 900 After All, They Still Can’t Go Back to the Past

The phone hit the man and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"You can take your time and watch it if you want! The lock screen password is 0224!" Ye Shengge dropped these words, didn't even put on any shoes, stood up with his feet on the ground, returned to the bedroom angrily, and then slammed the door. .

Even so, she was still shaking with anger.

She always thought that even if he lost his memory, he would still love and trust her unconditionally, but the facts proved that this was all wishful thinking on her part.

After all, they still can't go back to the past.

Thinking of this, her eyes heated up, and tears fell uncontrollably.

She leaned against the door panel and slowly slid to the ground. Thinking of the man's tenderness and persistence, and her three years of waiting and perseverance, her heart couldn't stop throbbing in pain. If he never regains his memory, does that mean... they can never go back to the past?

She knew it wasn't his fault, but what had she done wrong?

…

In the living room, Ji Shiting sat on the sofa and picked up the mobile phone on the floor.

Ye Shengge used a mobile phone brand owned by T.S Group. It seemed that the quality of the mobile phone was good. At least there was no damage after the fall. At this time, the screen had gone dark.

Ji Shiting's expression was cold and stern, and his dark eyes still showed no emotion.

In fact, when he saw the anger and hurt in the woman's eyes, he felt slightly regretful. However, he couldn't bear to be kept in the dark, so after pondering for a few seconds, he pressed the home button and entered the lock screen password.

The screen lit up, and it was the interface of WeChat. The nickname in the top dialog box was "Achen and Qing'er", and the profile picture was two fleshy baby fists.

These are obviously two people.

Ji Shiting's pupils dilated slightly and he clicked into the dialog box. The latest message was [Call duration 3:46], which happened just a few minutes ago.

He pursed his lips and swiped up. However, the dozen or so messages in a row were all records of video calls, without a single text, and this account did not open a Moments.

Moreover, the intervals between video calls are irregular. Sometimes there are no calls for several days, and sometimes they are for several days in a row.

This shows that Ye Shengge was not with them when there were call records.

He clicked on the big picture of the avatar again. Two small fleshy hands were placed side by side, but the two hands did not belong to the same person. Ji Shiting could see the subtle difference.

These are...two children?

No wonder the dialog box is all video and no text, because these are two children and they can’t type yet.

Achen, Qing'er.

He recited these two names silently, and a certain guess suddenly emerged in his heart. This guess made his heartbeat suddenly stop and his breathing became extremely heavy.

Ji Shiting suddenly tightened his grip on his cell phone. He was afraid that he would think too much and be overjoyed, but...

He turned around and strode towards the bedroom, opened the door and walked in.

The woman was lying on the bed with her back to him, her black hair spread on the pillow, which was inexplicably pitiful.

Ji Shiting's Adam's apple slipped and he slowed his breathing as much as possible. He walked over step by step and stood in front of her.

Ye Shengge opened his eyes and saw the suppressed surprise and disbelief in the man's eyes, knowing that he had probably guessed it.

She sat up from the bed, reached out to him, and said in a calm voice, "You should have taken care of it, right? Can you return my phone to me?"

"Who are Achen and Qing'er?" The man's voice was hoarse.