When he was seventeen years old, Jiang Cuo died once.
When he woke up, he had forgotten everything.
Forget yourself, your family, and him.
But Duan Pi didn't forget anything.
He remembered Jiang Cuo's fondness for preserved egg and lean meat porridge, the size of the ring on Jiang Cuo's ring finger, and the evening when they held hands and watched Huo Shaoyun.
A wolf will only have one mate in its life.
And Jiang Cuo was his first love.
Even though Jiang Cuo looked at him like he was a stranger, Duan Pio still smiled and said:
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember."
"I can chase you again."
"Crying with a cold face × Attacking with a tough mouth and suffering from amnesia"
Intention: The greatness of love
