Tang Yuchen gripped the steering wheel tightly, a tear silently slid down. In the night, nobody saw his tears, even he himself didn't know he cried...
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In the days following her awakening, An Ruo was busy familiarizing herself with the environment while trying to find her memories.
She didn't want to be a person without memories; she wanted to know who she was and what her past was like.
To help her recover her memories, Xingtian recounted many things about their past, but no matter how hard she tried, she had no impression and couldn't remember anything.
However, she was certain she must know Xingtian. Otherwise, she wouldn't feel something was off whenever she thought of his name.
She had leafed through the Secret Garden many times and apart from feeling the word "secret" was problematic, she found nothing else.
She had thought the book would contain some information, but it had nothing after all.
