Her tears fell suddenly.

"Alas...... What's going on? ”

Her voice was hoarse, but the girl didn't make any more sounds.

Just hugged her quietly like this.

It's like a place that has been vacant for a long time, and it is being comforted and cared for by people gently and carefully.

Lin Anan knew that it was ugly to cry, so he habitually raised his head, and the sun was scorching outside the window.

It stabbed her so much that she couldn't even open her eyes.

She wondered, what had she forgotten since she was recuperating from the hospital?

What did she lose in her heart?

*

When he came out of Lin An'an's company and bathed in the sun, it was rare for Gu Rongxia not to feel too hot.

Instead, the body has recovered some temperature.

An An doesn't remember, but her body and heart still remember.

She knew she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember.

How uncomfortable this feeling is, Gu Rongxia can't feel it, and she can't empathize with it, but she can see An An's obviously painful appearance and don't know the reason.

She was upset.

But for the first time, she was thinking about such a question.

An An, who couldn't think of it at all, was already so sad, if one day she proved herself and got back the lost part of the memories of the rest.

Don't talk about others, just talk about An An, can she bear it?

If it is according to the normal time, the current An An may still be immersed in the grief of losing her senior, but time can heal some of the pain.

She wouldn't be so sad, but she forgot that time, that is.

By the time the memory comes back to her mind, she will be doubly damaged.

Gu Rongxia hesitated.

Walking on the road, my steps became a little slower.

When she returned to City A, when she first noticed the difference in the memories of others, her first reaction was panic, and then she doubted herself.

After choosing to trust her memory, she began to sink into a thought pattern.

To find their lost memories.

But now she hesitated.

There must be more than one like An An.

Lost memories, can it really be a bad thing?

*

In Aaron's company, in the dance studio, a man is taking a towel from his agent.

Sweating profusely but not smelling at all, wearing a big white vest, sweat left along the beautiful muscles, indescribably sexy.

The fans who hid outside the door to take pictures couldn't help but scream, and were driven away by the security guards who rushed to hear the news.

The commotion outside the door, the people inside the door didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, but only skimmed their eyes slightly, and then exchanged for a deafening scream.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and felt refreshed.

Only then did the man turn around and put the phone to his ear, "It seems that she has comprehended the essence." ”

"What the hell are you doing?"

Huo Ansen's voice came from the other end of the phone, but the man tugged at the corners of his lips.

"I'm working."

"I'm not asking what you're doing now!"

"I do work."

"Don't talk to me about those who have and don't, I'll ask you, what are you doing to Xia Xia now?"

"Nope."

The man in the mirror had a perfectly perfect face, but there was no expression on his face.

Then he suddenly looked bitter, "I'm making up for the mistakes I made." ”

"Still singing?"

You don't need to look at it to know that the current Huo Ansen is excited by someone again.

"Don't worry."

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