Upon hearing her words, Bo Jingyan's face had softened somewhat, and he asked in a deep voice, "Then what did you think of?"
He was quite curious about what Xia Qingtian was thinking of that made her display such a gentle demeanor and a sweet smile.
Xia Qingtian didn't conceal her thoughts and shared them, "Nothing in particular, I was just thinking about some of the experiences we shared before you lost your memory."
Upon hearing this, a trace of bewilderment flashed across Bo Jingyan's face.
The events of the past three years, for him, were completely unfamiliar and blank; he had no idea what Xia Qingtian was referring to.
Xia Qingtian seemed to have anticipated this.
She no longer beat around the bush, "When you hadn't lost your memory, we once went camping in the outskirts together and also climbed up a mountain at night to watch the sunrise.
"At that time, we were just like Bingbing and Qilin - you carried me to the top of the mountain."
