Hearing Zhang Xiaomeng's words, the short-haired woman's face showed a trace of disappointment as she stared at him and said:
"You really have a short memory for someone important, I'm your high school classmate Su Wan. You've forgotten that you used to chase after me back in school."
Upon hearing this, an embarrassed look appeared on Zhang Xiaomeng's face.
Indeed, back when love first blossomed, he had been assigned to sit with Su Wan by the teacher.
Over time, he naturally developed a liking for this girl with the delicate features, and he vaguely remembered having written her love letters.
"So, you still haven't remembered?"
Seeing Zhang Xiaomeng's dazed expression, Su Wan frowned slightly in disappointment.
"Uh, I remember now, I remember. Aren't you my deskmate? It's not my memory's fault, it's that you've changed so much for the better. You've become so beautiful that I didn't recognize you at first," Zhang Xiaomeng said, looking at Su Wan.
