Sitting on the side of the bed, Leng Zimo took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped her tears dry, "Are you hungry?"
Luo Xiaoqian gently shook her head, "Zimo, will you tell me our story, please?"
Even if she couldn't remember, she still wanted to know everything between them, who fell in love first, who said the word love first...
Leng Zimo helped her arrange the pillow so she could comfortably lean against it, "What do you want to hear?"
"Everything," Luo Xiaoqian curved her lips slightly, "Was it me who fell in love with you first?"
In recent days, Luo Xiaoqian had heard quite a bit about Leng Zimo's affairs, and knowing his status, she naturally believed that she must have been the one who fell for him first.
"I fell for you at first sight," Leng Zimo said with a smile, "Right on... that night."
"I don't believe you," Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, "You're lying to me, aren't you?"
