Hearing the door open, Qin Feimo also slowly turned his head, still holding the ivory-like pendant in his hand; only the black string seemed to have become a bit worn and old after more than ten years.
"Are you done?" Feng Jinglei walked over, wearing only a set of pure cotton pajamas, very conservative, yet her curvaceous figure was still faintly discernible, extremely enviable.
Qin Feimo just stared at her, then raised his hand to signal her to come and sit down, "Come over."
She walked over and stared at his eyes, bewildered.
"At the wedding, you told Fu Chenghao that you knew me since you were ten. What does that mean? Didn't we meet for the first time when your father and grandfather met?"
Suddenly asked about this, Feng Jinglei was slightly stunned for a few seconds.
He truly doesn't remember the scene at the seaside thirteen years ago.
"Did you… when you were very young, drown once in the sea at the Western Suburbs?"
