She waited for five years, yet he knew nothing about it?!
Looking into Luo Xiaoqian's clear eyes, listening to her recount things he didn't know, Leng Zimo felt a dull ache in his chest. He raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, his bandaged hand tightly holding her back.
"Xiao Qian, I'm sorry."
"Big Fool." Luo Xiaoqian chuckled lightly in his embrace, "Actually, haven't you been searching for me all along?"
Leng Zimo sighed with her long hair against him, "Yes, for these five years, I've been searching. It's quite ridiculous when you think about it. I didn't even know what I was searching for, always feeling like I lost something important. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what it was. I even wondered if there was something wrong with my brain."
Whenever I saw familiar scenes, I would always feel a sense of déjà vu.
