In front of Chen Xiaoyi at this moment, this face, these eyes clear as a mountain stream, they were exactly the same as when he first met her. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and every time he saw her clear eyes, it was as if a beam of sunlight was shining into his heart.
His lips trembled as he reached out and grabbed her chin: "Afang, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me?"
She looked at him as if he were a stranger, her gaze filled with confusion and fear. His forceful fingers pinched her chin painfully. She struggled and slammed the can of beverage she was holding directly onto his forehead.
Caught off guard, he was hit on the head by the can, which was as hard as a brick after being frozen, causing him to feel dizzy. In the instant of this sudden mishap, his hand slipped, but he didn't forget to reach out to grab her. Like a slippery fish, she slid out of his grip. And just like that, he didn't even manage to grab a piece of her clothing.
