Ye Yuwei looked at Ye Cong with confusion in her eyes, as though she was hoping to find out something more from his eyes. However, she could not remember such a person in her memory no matter how hard she tried.
"Do we— know each other?" Eventually, Ye Yuwei asked, unable to withstand the suspense anymore.
When Ye Cong heard Ye Yuwei's question, he finally sighed. "As expected, you have forgotten."
Ye Yuwei did not know what to say. "..."
Ye Cong?
She could hardly remember the existence of this name, nor could she remember this person.
Things were taking an awkward turn. It was the truth that she did not remember this person at all.
Yet, what should she do now?
"Why don't you give me a hint?" Ye Yuwei said as her lips twitched.
Finally, Ye Cong was amused by Ye Yuwei's actions and reached out to pat her head.
Pat her head?
This action was way too intimate, was it not?
