Qiao Qiao looked at him, her brows furrowed even more tightly.

A look of disbelief.

Strange, what's going on?

"Uncle, you remember me, you remember my brother, you remember all of us, how could you forget Leng An'an alone?"

When Gu Zichen heard what he said, his brows furrowed tightly.

Leng An'an?

That woman who is crying is called Leng Anan?

Leng Anan...

He seemed to be chanting these three words and this name over and over again in his heart.

I do not know how it is.

The name felt familiar to him.

But he couldn't tell where exactly he was familiar with it.

Leng Anan stood aside, trembling all over as she looked at the cold and unfamiliar Gu Zichen in front of her.

Her body at this time was like a completely frozen block of ice.

Ice from the toes to the top of the head.

Gu Zichen...

Forgot her.
Chapter completed!