Thinking of that possibility, a trace of absent-mindedness flashed across Su Wan's clear almond-shaped eyes.
Su Wan reached out her hand to brush the exquisite box containing the Fuxi-style Guqin and sighed silently.
Regardless of whether Jiang Xuecheng remembered her or not, she had to find him. As for the worst-case scenario, she would at most spend some time to get Jiang Xuecheng to recognise her.
Even with lost memories, human feelings should not change, right?
Su Wan comforted herself silently in her heart. Then, she hugged the Fuxi-style Guqin and took a small maglev vehicle to go home.
During this period of time, she had to practice the Guqin, not only for Nono, but also for her to be able to meet Jiang Xuecheng.
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Time flew by quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday.
The glory world hotel was brightly lit, exuding the elegance and nobility of the upper class society.
