Jiang Yichun's gaze flickered slightly, and Lin Hanlan clapped her hands in joy, "Now do you remember? Haha, the fortune-teller said when I was little that I had to be raised as a boy to be free from illness and disaster, so you guys must have thought I was a stinky little brat, right?"
Jiang Yichun indeed remembered and it was exactly as Lin Hanlan had said—he recalled the "Xiaohan" from his memories to be a little rascal, a pesky little brother who was quite the handful.
"It's also my fault for forgetting to mention it in my excitement. I didn't explain it clearly to you," said Lin Hanlan with a chuckle.
