"How did you know I got shot in the head?"
"Your friends, they all know." She suddenly thought of something, Gu Fei didn't have many friends. When she met him, she didn't know where he came from or where his home was, only what he did—he was a gentleman as warm and graceful as jade. She hadn't even seen his real friends; those few friends he met in Iceland. One day, through a casual conversation, Lu Xiaojiu learned they weren't particularly close with Gu Fei either. That mysterious aura about him made her irresistibly attracted to him, drawing her to run towards him recklessly.
"I don't remember at all."
"Things that have passed, it's best forgotten."
"But I wish I could remember."
"Why?"
"Because I've forgotten someone very important. No matter what, I wish I could remember her. I feel I loved her very much." Gu Fei said this while looking at Xiao Qiao.
Xiao Qiao slightly lowered her gaze. Indeed, Gu Fei loved her dearly.
She could feel Gu Fei's care.
It wasn't an act.
