That man, sitting there, with slender eyebrows and clear eyes, a light smile, as rich as jade, as relegated to an immortal, dazzling people's eyes as more beautiful than a painting.
If it weren't for that little thing, something smaller than goosebumps,
If her memory wasn't so accurate,
If her self-esteem were not so strong,
Maybe one day, she will hold that person's hand with a bright smile and say, "Wen An Lingze, let's be friends!"
But the fact is that after so much effort, when he finally met a neck-to-neck opponent, the handsome man as handsome as a god smiled gently and politely: "Who is this young lady?"
——People don't remember her at all! ! !
This realization made her hate her so much that she wanted to bite her silver teeth into pieces: Wen An Lingze, wait for the move, I will definitely defeat your arrogance!