Song Shihui walked to Jiang Xingzhou obediently and put his arm around him: "Jiang Xingzhou, you see, you still want me after losing your memory."
Song Shihui opened his eyes in a daze and saw Jiang Xingzhou's face. For a moment, he thought that his amnesia during this period could only be a dream. His nose felt sore and he wanted to tell him that he had a nightmare. He didn't wake up until he met Jiang Xingzhou's eyes. There was no tenderness in his eyes. He was still the same person who had lost his memory. It was just Song Shihui's own nightmare. It was the real reality.
This is a bloody little story.
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