Ning Anmiao turned around and was startled to see Lu Yan standing behind her. She didn't know when he had changed places.
When had the password been changed? How come she had no idea?
Ning Anmiao pursed her lips and entered a six - digit code. The door opened with a click.
She didn't remember ever changing the door password. It must have been changed during the three months when she lost her memory.
Suddenly, she was eager to know what had happened between her and Lu Yan during those three months. But she held back.
She knew that even if she asked, the result would remain the same. Divorce was like spilled water that could never be retrieved.
After entering the house, Ning Anmiao's first stop was the study. Lu Yan followed closely behind and stood behind her.
Since they were getting divorced anyway, Ning Anmiao didn't intend to hide anything. Those trophies would surely be eye - catching when the movers came.
Everything was just as she remembered. The bookshelves in the room were still filled with a dazzling array of professional books on fashion design, and there was a display cabinet beside them.
It was filled with the design awards she had won over the years.
As she looked, Ning Anmiao's eyes suddenly fell on the most prominent position.
There stood a gold trophy for the "National Best Designer", which she had dreamed of winning for so many years.
"This is..." She covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief.
Was this the trophy she had brought back?
She felt a bit regretful.
This was an award she had strived for years to obtain. She had thought she would receive this trophy in a glorious, confident, and proud manner.
But in fact, her memory of it was hazy.
"We brought this award back together." Lu Yan said in a deep voice. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that Miaomiao seemed off. She was so lost.
She seemed unfamiliar with everything.
Especially when she looked at the trophy, her eyes were a mix of excitement and strangeness, as if she had just learned that she had won this award.
"We?" Ning Anmiao asked uncertainly, "You and me?"
The hesitation in her words made Lu Yan suspicious.
"Have you forgotten?"
Ning Anmiao's eyes darted away for a moment, and her voice was uneasy, "I haven't forgotten. I just don't want to recall."
She was lying.
Lu Yan saw through Ning Anmiao's red earlobes and evasive eyes at a glance. He said in a deep voice, "Miaomiao, you're lying."
"Miaomiao, have you forgotten something?" His voice was calm, but his aura was so imposing that it forced people to give in.
Ning Anmiao took a few steps back and leaned against the bookshelf. The man walked closer step by step, trapping her in a small space.
The sudden closeness made it hard for Ning Anmiao to breathe. She had to raise her head and look directly into Lu Yan's eyes.
"Tell me, have you lost your memory?" Lu Yan said word by word. Although it was a question, there was certainty in his tone.
From the door password just now to her unfamiliarity with the trophy now, there were loopholes everywhere.
Ning Anmiao stared at him stubbornly, saying nothing for a long time.
Lu Yan just looked down at her, his eyes on her small face, her fluttering eyelashes, and her slightly open lips as she tilted her head back.
His Adam's apple bobbed. His voice was low, and he tried hard to keep calm, "Miaomiao, you don't remember what happened during this period, do you?"
Apart from this, Lu Yan couldn't believe that after three months of experiences, Miaomiao could be so decisive and cold - hearted when talking about divorce.
He didn't believe that his Miaomiao could be so cold - blooded.
Ning Anmiao shifted her gaze. Under Lu Yan's imposing aura, her confidence seemed to wane, "Yes, I lost my memory. So what?"
Lu Yan was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, he hooked his lips, and there was a hint of joy in his expression, "So, you just lost your memory."
She didn't really choose to leave him.
Then he still had hope.
"Miaomiao, since you don't remember what happened in these three months, I'll help you recall."
His body slowly leaned down, stopping just above her nose. The distance between them was so close that they could almost touch.
"In these three months, we went to the temple to pray together; we participated in the design competition together; we attended Jiang Xixi and Lin Chuluo's wedding together; and we did many other things together."
"Most importantly, it was you and me, together."
At this point, Lu Yan paused. There was a rare look of loss in his deep eyes, "Miaomiao, have you forgotten all of it?"
Ning Anmiao swallowed hard. She wanted to avoid his burning gaze, but there was nowhere to hide.
"I... I really don't remember... Mmm..."
Before Ning Anmiao could find the right words, she felt a strong hand on her waist. The man's large hand clasped her waist tightly, and then a passionate kiss came like a storm.
...
In the end, it was Ning Anmiao who pushed him away.
She gasped for breath. Looking at the man in front of her whose eyes were clearly filled with desire, she lowered her eyes and stared at his bobbing Adam's apple. Then she slowly said, "Lu Yan, please behave yourself."
"Even if we got along for these three months, it can't change the fact that we're getting divorced."
She tried hard to calm her emotions and wanted to dispel the ambiguous atmosphere between them, "If what you said is true, then why didn't you ever accompany me like this before?"
Lu Yan froze. The warmth from before vanished in an instant.
Indeed, before their bodies were swapped, the time he spent with Miaomiao was almost negligible.
Most of the time, he left her alone.
Seeing him silent, Ning Anmiao was even more convinced of her own thoughts. She sneered, "If your Lu family is in urgent need of an heir, find another woman earlier. Don't waste your time on me."
"Don't bother making up baseless lies to deceive me, Lu Yan. Who could know better than me how you treated me before?"
"I'm not a teenager anymore. I won't believe you just because of a few sweet words. Even if something really happened, it was only for three months."
"But you, Lu Yan, made me suffer for three whole years. You made me live a life almost like a widow for three whole years!"
Ning Anmiao poured out all her words, filled with grievances and anger. By the end, there were glistening tears in her eyes.
"Lu Yan, let me go."
"I don't want to be a soulless 'Mrs. Lu', and I definitely don't want to be a baby - making machine for your Lu family."
"Let me go."
...
In the end, Lu Yan stood coldly in the living room, watching the movers carry away all the things that belonged to Ning Anmiao, box by box.
The already clean and tidy house now seemed even more empty.
When she left, Miaomiao didn't even look back.
She was so decisive.