Mu Shaoqian's questioning words fell, and Yan Xinxin slightly opened her small mouth, her eyes gazing at the passing vehicles in front of her, but her vision gradually blurred.
She clearly hadn't recovered her lost full memory yet, but at this moment, listening to Mu Shaoqian's every word by her ear, it seemed like something flashed through her mind.
The places she loved going to as a child, her brother's favorite fruit, the birthday gift when she was six...
"Yan Xinxin, I'm asking you to speak, what are you daydreaming about!"
Mu Shaoqian suddenly rushed forward to Yan Xinxin, grasping her shoulders with both hands.
"Why are you crying! Are you putting on an act again! Can't you see you're even better at acting than Qianshui!"
He said sharply, his eyes very sharp, with rims filled with red.
Yan Xinxin looked at him, forcing her tears back, her pink lips moving slightly.
