Xiaoying heard someone calling her name as she walked. She turned around and saw a man in a cloak. The cloak covered his face, and she couldn't see him. The voice was unfamiliar, but the feeling of this person standing there was very familiar.
"Xiaoying, have you forgotten about me?"
Seeing that Xiaoying did not recognize him, the man sounded very sad, as if Xiaoying had forgotten and had hurt him greatly.
"Who are you?"
Xiaoying lowered her head to see his face clearly, but this person was standing with his back to the sun, so Xiaoying could not see him clearly at all.
"You don't remember me?"
The man asked her in pain. He raised his head slightly and looked at Xiaoying under his cloak. His voice was filled with anger.
"Is it because of that prince of Tartan?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
