Leng Xiu's words made Xia Feng's nerves twitch, subconsciously raising his hand to press his temple, his mind starting to blur.
Ring~
However, with a crisp ringing sound, a faint flame suddenly lit up in the depths of his soul's darkness, and his headache quickly subsided, the strange discomfort fading away.
What's happening to me? Xia Feng wondered, introspecting his soul, quickly realizing the problem.
It's the memory.
He had just vaguely tried to recall memories from ages 12 to 14, but they quickly faded away.
Thinking of this, Xia Feng looked at Cha Naixue.
He saw Cha Naixue's face turn pale, her expression dazed, murmuring as if in a trance: "I remember...."
"Remember what?" Xia Feng squinted his dark eyes lightly, vaguely remembering that from 12 to 14, he and Cha Naixue had a good relationship, often playing together.
