After tidying up, Yan Jinzhi picked up the basket and naturally took Jiang Mingyue's hand.
Jiang Mingyue pulled hard but didn't break free.
She glared angrily, "Yan Jinzhi, what do you mean by this?"
"Helping you find memories."
"Are you really not going to tell me what our relationship used to be?"
"Figure it out yourself."
Jiang Mingyue pursed her lips: It's that phrase again.
But Jiang Mingyue could vaguely guess from his eyes.
Before, she thought he was a scumbag, even when she was feverish and delirious, she was thinking about his Little Yue, but at Wuyun Mountain, he confessed to her. She was sure he was surely a scumbag, but during these interactions, she could feel that his eyes were full of her, so... was she really the one who lost her memory?
But the strange thing is, she clearly hasn't lost her memory; she remembers everything from her past life!
"Stop thinking about it!" Yan Jinzhi tightened his grip on her hand.
