Such a nonchalant tone, so calm and collected, yet it left the four of them dumbfounded.
Only then did they realize that when Lu Mian drank, not only did she black out, but she could also create her own imaginative narratives.
But there was nothing they could do. If it made her feel less sad, they were willing to remain silent forever.
From the exchange between the two, Xiao Qimo had already pieced together most of the truth, rubbing his temples in exhaustion as he forced himself to digest the information.
But before he could calm down, Sikong Jian suddenly chimed in smugly, "That girl may have forgotten everything, but strangely enough, she still remembers I told her to quit smoking. That, at least, is comforting."
This was absolutely a flex, an unreserved flex.
Xiao Qimo finally made the connection. That little rascal had indeed mentioned once that she had promised someone to quit smoking.
So it turned out that someone was Sikong Jian.
