The nickname Baby An was given to An Zichen by that guy Yang Fei when she was fourteen, half-seriously and half-jokingly.
Because of this annoying nickname, An Zichen ignored Yang Fei for three whole days.
However, throughout the years of Yang Fei's amnesia, An Zichen kept recalling the way he called her Baby An.
Lazy, indulging, with a hint of a brother teasing a younger sister.
Every time she thinks of those youthful days, warmth and sighs fill An Zichen's heart.
Yang Fei hugged An Zichen gently, stroking her silky hair and feeling deeply moved.
"Yes, Zichen, I am back. You've suffered a lot these years."
An Zichen uncertainly pinched Yang Fei.
"Brother Miao'er, are you telling the truth? Have you really remembered everything?"
Yang Fei let out a long sigh, speaking softly.
"I might have forgotten some things, but you, Ming Tai, and foster father, I could never forget."
