Qin Muye paused on his way to Jiang Qingli.
The normally short-fused Prince had now fallen suspiciously silent.
An uncontrollable blush crept up his pale ears.
As Jiang Qingli watched in confusion, Qin Muye turned his head away, rubbed the back of his neck, and said stiffly, "...I don't remember."
'He would die before letting Jiang Qingli know how pathetic he'd been as a child, getting beaten up by a mob. He'd just pretend it never happened.'
Jiang Qingli nodded, not expressing any doubt.
She remembered Professor Ye saying that the thoughts of a Beastman who lost control would be chaotic, especially those of a low-level Beastman...
'So, it was probably normal for Qin Muye not to remember.'
'Besides, those memories were too dark. Remembering them would only cause pain. It was better not to.'
Jiang Qingli set aside the gown she'd changed out of for an attendant to collect, then walked out of the lounge with Qin Muye right behind her.
