"Later, every time I saw a stray cat by the roadside, looking at their pitiful eyes, I would remember the little girl who hid in my arms back then."
Listening to Mu Yunlie's story, Yan Qianyi's face broke into an infatuated smile, "Hehe, I didn't expect you to remember me because I was timid, but that's good too."
No matter what his impression of her was at the time, as long as he remembered her, she was already very happy.
Even being a scaredy-cat made her happy.
After all, she was only thirteen years old at the time and didn't know any self-defense skills.
"You were very cute back then, clinging to my chest, unwilling to come down," Mu Yunlie said, his eyes and brows filled with tenderness, "just like the stray cats I would feed by the roadside, who then became attached to me."
"Really?" Yan Qianyi blinked her large, lively eyes, looking bewildered, "Why don't I remember being reluctant to leave your arms? Are you making that up?"
