She was not a pretentious woman.
The past was the past, since she no longer cared, she no longer held onto it either.
In one's life, they will experience many things, each memory, composed through time, place, and characters, will belong exclusively to someone.
Undoubtedly, a part of her life belonged to Yi Shaotian, and now, they had finally settled their accounts.
Memories, to erase them, one must first forgive...
A mutual glance, and they understood each other.
With affection, Yi Shaotian looked at Lian Qiao and walked over to pull Anran.
"No... No... I want Liehuo, I don't want my brother..." Desperately shaking her head, Anran was not feigning ignorance, but was heartbroken by those pieces of memories she had never forgotten.
Liehuo never hugged her, Liehuo never touched her.
Why?
Her head truly began to hurt.
"Anran!" Yi Shaotian called out deeply.
