William’s POV
Wait, what? Did she say she remembered me?
“You remember?” I asked. Of course I have to know.
“Wait, wait. You are just making things more confusing here,” she answered, sounding irritated and I don’t understand why. “I know you, William Lans. I met you years ago and fell in love with you at first sight. I took care of our little memories like a delicate flower inside my heart only for you to uproot and throw away the moment we saw each other again.”
My eyes widened as I listened to what she was saying. Is she for real?
“You love me?!” I asked, still unconvinced. Then why did she treat me coldly? I don’t get it. Did she hate me or something just because of our family’s historical misunderstanding?
“Huh!” she scoffed and my jaw dropped even more. “It doesn’t matter n
