Shen Qingyue suddenly felt somewhat ridiculous. Qin Zhen actually didn't remember. The memories she had cherished for so many years turned out to be just a solo performance for her alone. After a while, she spoke again, her throat a bit dry, "You made this with your own hands, and you don't remember?"
"What are you talking about?" Qin Zhen was bewildered by Shen Qingyue's inexplicable words. "Do you think I'm the kind of person who does crafts? And make a teddy bear with my own hands?"
"You can't do crafts?" Shen Qingyue looked at him in shock, as if she was seeing Qin Zhen for the first time. "You can't do crafts? How is that possible... then, on May 11th, ten years ago, did you stay at the Qin family's estate in the suburbs?"
