Gu Zhiqi really couldn't recall Lu Xingzhe's name. Her deep, muddled eyes took on a light hue of contemplation, and after a few seconds, she looked at Lu Xingzhe, "Sorry, I had amnesia before."
When memory fails, the old excuse will do.
Plus, it wasn't entirely a lie; she seemed to really have amnesia.
Upon hearing this, Lu Xingzhe's face immediately turned both cold and sour. His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at Gu Zhiqi, his eyes tinged with a hint of investigation as if weighing the truthfulness of her words.
Mo Weiran, standing aside, widened her eyes in shock upon hearing this, "No way! Miss, did you really lose your memory?"
Mo Weiran thought and thought, and it seemed that since the day before yesterday when they met at the bookstore, Gu Zhiqi had been like a different person.
So, it wasn't a change of heart but amnesia?
"Hmm, yeah," Gu Zhiqi noncommittally responded to Mo Weiran.
Mo Weiran blinked several times upon hearing this.
