Dense Memories

The things that Ling Xiao Yue had said that day lingered in Qiao Meng's heart. She had looked for a lot of information on this person, but other than them betrothal, there was very little else. She continuously searched through the things in her room.

Qiao Meng who was lying on the bed felt extremely depressed. There were a lot of things. She had already sensed them before, but the reality told her time and time again that these were all her fantasies.

There were several knocks on the door. Qiao Meng hurriedly sat up from the bed. Looking at the messy room, her heart tightened.

"Mengmeng." Qiao Meng no longer had the time to take them all in. She stood up to open the door and looked at Qiao You who was standing at the doorway without saying a word.

"Mengmeng, what are you doing in the house?" These days, Qiao Meng's every sign was very strange. She wanted to say it, but she didn't dare to say it. She wasn't completely sure about Qiao Meng's memories.