An Ziqi's hand tightened at her side, "Why should I believe you? My memory clearly tells me that I stayed in Paris for a year, not the so-called month you mentioned."
Simon shrugged, "I know it's hard for you to believe. After all, if someone suddenly told me there was something wrong with my memory, I might hit them."
"Believe it or not, you've helped me before, and I genuinely want to help you now."
"There's not necessarily no way to prove it. If your memory really has no problem, you can check with the friends or relatives in your memories for confirmation. Their words should carry more weight than mine."
Since she returned to her home country, she had lost contact with all her old friends and classmates.
An Ziqi thought for a moment, took out her phone, and dialed Ye Minzhi, "Mom, do you remember how long I stayed in Paris?"
"A year, why are you suddenly asking this?"
Hearing this answer, An Ziqi let out a sigh of relief.
