Lian Qiao's heart felt a sweet, sour, and a little astringent.
On closer thought, she was somewhat confused, wasn't 12 years old the year she nearly drowned to death?
From his earnest and calm words, she speculated on that possibility, the more she thought about it, the more disordered her thoughts became, and her heart also beat exceptionally fast, "Have you seen me when I was 12?"
The deep black eyes flickered slightly. After thinking for a moment, Xing Liehuo sighed while caressing her cheek, "Hmm, Lian Qiao, do you still remember your drowning accident?"
Her taut heartstrings relaxed slightly, thinking of the soldier brother who saved her life that she had been grateful for many years. Lian Qiao looked at him incredulously, her eyes full of astonishment.
"Could it be that the person who saved me that year... was you?"
"Is there a problem?" He pinched her little face, Xing Liehuo's lips lightly curved, a soft light emanated from his austere face due to the memories.
