Tiana Thorne was slightly taken aback; she certainly knew the reason.
But this involved his past life, and she couldn't reveal it. If she did, both she and her brother might face unknown heavenly tribulations.
"No."
Maxim Ford smiled, the shallow dimples on his cheeks made him look very elegant at the moment: "Maybe, we met in a dream before, but I've forgotten what the dream was, so it's unclear... but we've definitely met."
"Hmm, maybe we met in a dream," Tiana also said.
Afterward, she didn't ask to be let down, and her brother kept carrying her, walking and walking.
She didn't know how many streets they had walked, or how many sidewalks they passed, but finally, they exceeded the distance she had once carried her brother.
Her brother must be very tired.
Back then, she was a little fox fairy; she wouldn't feel tired carrying a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, let alone a house.
She softly called out, "Bro, my ankle doesn't hurt anymore, let me down."
