She remembered, she had known from the very start!
Shen Mochen felt the blood rush to his head, his face burning as though set aflame.
His heart was beating fast, like the first time he was caught stealing as a child.
He had been caught again, but not for theft—this time, the most shameful inferiority of his youth had been viciously revealed.
Liu Chaoyan remembering by itself was acceptable to him, but he had never expected that she would also know of his youthful adoration.
They had only met once, for less than five seconds before and after. How could she possibly know?
Shen Mochen felt suffocated, the frustration welling up in his throat. If there were a crack in the ground, he would have dived into it without hesitation to hide.
"What are you babbling about?" Shen Mochen almost instinctively denied.
He was usually good at lying, but right then, even the dumbest fool could see his panic.
