Jiang Ning carefully stored the booklet and said, "Gucheng, you made these hidden weapons for me and even wrote this book. I'm very touched. You have been incredibly kind to me. I don't know how to repay you."
Gucheng shook his head slightly, fell silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Actually, we've met before."
"What?" Jiang Ning looked up at him, laughingly said, "Of course we've met before."
Gucheng slowly said, "Five years ago, I was wounded during a mission and fainted by the roadside. Seventh Miss sheltered me from the rain and even gave me a bun."
Jiang Ning was taken aback.
She had no memory of what happened five years ago.
Her original host had long been gone, leaving no memories for her.
Gucheng said, "Seventh Miss may not remember, but I do. I just didn't expect that you were the Seventh Miss the General and the Prime Minister have been desperately searching for."
He spoke slowly, every word crystal-clear, fluently without any hesitation.
