churning within her, "It's been too long, my memory isn't what it used to be.""It's around before your 18th birthday, I took a lot of photos with you, Xiang Yu ge, my brother, and Han Chuan ge." Jiang...There's something on your head. 。"He (Han Chuan) explained with a nonchalant expression, then stopped the car in front of a seafood restaurant." 。

A-wai likes to eat seafood, but she finds it slow to shell shrimp and crabs. He looked up at her with a glance and put the shelled ones on her plate. 。"You can just eat it yourself, there's no need to peel it for me." 。iercing eyes, his expression complex, mixed with undisguised disappointment."Is there nothing else this time" Perhaps, before, she would have felt uncomfortable under his gaze. But now, looking at him...