Later on, somehow.
He would sit with her every day under the tree watching other children play, yet she never said a word to him from beginning to end.
Until one day, someone sent an assassin to kill him.
Though Uncle Zhong and others were always secretly protecting him, he was still injured.
So he went to a corner in the orphanage backyard to apply medicine.
To his surprise, she, who had never paid attention to him, came over.
Watching him from a distance handle and bandage the wound silently.
"Not planning to help out?"
She hesitated for a moment and carefully helped him treat and bandage the wound.
Gradually, their relationship improved a lot.
Qiao Mo gently swayed on the swing, looking at the familiar courtyard before her, listening to his words, trying hard to recover some memories.
But to her disappointment, her mind was still blank.
No impression at all.
As if he had never been in her life.
