Xiao Jinghuai frowned, "What's the difference? You're still you!"
"Of course there's a difference." Song Song smiled playfully, "My mom said that I was very different before I lost my memory, so it's like two different people."
Seeing the man's composed expression, Song Song wanted to break his facade, so she continued, "I think President Xiao isn't the type... to only care about looks, right?"
— In other words, if you only like my appearance, then no matter how my personality changes, you'll still like me!
For Xiao Jinghuai, whether she was the soft and cute type from before, or the quirky type now, some essential things hadn't changed—
Pure and simple.
These untainted qualities are the most precious, and also what he truly appreciates.
As the man remained silent, Song Song became a bit unhappy, "Humph! I knew it would be like this, all men are two-timers, falling for anyone they meet, where's the devotion?"
