In an instant, Chu Xinian was suddenly taken aback.
In his eyes, every move of Qin Yiren was adorable, but being adorable was different from being naive.
At this moment, her expression was truly bewildered, her clear eyes looking around, with a hint of tears.
"Yi Ren, do you not remember me?"
Unable to accept such a sudden change, Chu Xinian gently held her hand, his dark eyes gazing into her timid eyes, his voice tenderly moving: "I am Chu Xinian."
Even so, Qin Yiren was still startled.
She instinctively pulled her hand back from his palm, just about to say something, accidentally tugging at the wound on her forehead.
"It hurts..."
With the uncontrollable pain, Qin Yiren bit her lip hard, yet some clarity returned to her eyes, "Chu...Xinian?"
"That's right, Chu Xinian."
Chu Xinian carefully watched her, his voice extremely tender as he said softly, "You are Qin Yiren, and I am Chu Xinian."
