No matter how long Xia Qingyi looked at the phone, she did not feel anything close to what she had in the morning. She did not see anything that helped spark her memory, and she felt nothing looking at the two letters.
Xia Qingyi even suspected that the scene that had appeared this morning was a figment of her imagination.
"Have you remembered anything?"
"Nothing," she shook her head.
"Then stop thinking, go to sleep, it's already so late."
"If one day I remembered everything, what should I do?"
Mo Han froze for a moment, then smiled gently. "What can you do? Didn't we agree that we would send you back to your life if you remembered everything? I'm not your real brother after all."
Mo Han could clearly see from Xia Qingyi's face that she was dejected. He forced himself to smile and said, "That's right, you have to leave eventually."
