"When we first met, you taught me this way. If I made the wrong move, you would hit me. Do you remember?"
"Humph." Shen Zuimo suddenly withdrew her fist, rolled her eyes, and said, "Even if I remember now, so what? I have no feelings for you at all. Even if I really remembered, I would never do what I did before to you. Move aside, don't get in my way."
Shen Zuimo coldly walked past Xiaofan, not intending to have much interaction with him.
Watching her back, Xiaofan sighed, "If you really remembered, you'd probably be eager to rush into my arms."
Xiaofan has been working hard, hoping Zuimo would remember him, but after a week, all he's received is countless dismissive looks from her, with no progress.
But Xiaofan will not give up easily. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then the day after. As long as he still has breath, he absolutely won't give up.
However, Xiaofan is not part of Yanhuang Soul. He can't just hang around here forever.
