The room grew increasingly quiet. Qin Mu stared at the photo, trying hard to conjure up the image of that bright, cheerful girl, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember.
Eventually, she lay down on the bed without recalling anything, a little annoyed.
Her memory, in certain moments, was actually quite good.
Though at times, it wasn't so great.
Still, there were always some distinctive people who left vivid impressions on her, like the girl on the phone screen.
But now, she simply couldn't remember exactly where she had seen her before.
She looked around seventeen or eighteen, her hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a white shirt—a proper, youthful girl exuding a strong sense of innocence.
Mu Yichen turned to look at her and noticed she was still deep in thought. He moved closer, placing both hands on her temples and rubbed firmly, "Stop thinking about it, okay?"
