"When will you graduate from college?" Yu Qingliu asked.
"Last year,"
"Then high school is a memory from five to eight years ago. It's normal to have this feeling. Some memories aren't important and aren't strong enough. In the process of forgetting them, you'll have a vague and unreal feeling."
but Yingluo doesn't have any memories of Sheng nanxuan. Gong mo said worriedly.
"That means you don't know her!"
"But the people around me said that he was my high school classmate. It's impossible that he doesn't have any memory of it, right?"
"It's very obvious!" Yu Qingliu cried out, " I think there's really something wrong with your brain!
Gong Mo's expression changed.
if he was your high school classmate and you don't have any memory of him, do you think it makes sense? "
Gong mo shook his head.
"That means you've been tricked!" Yu Qingliu slammed the table. the person who said you were high school classmates lied to you!
