"Shirao? Shirao, are you okay?!" Zhan Nanjue once again supported Gong Shirao's body.
Her whole body was trembling, and she didn't know why. No matter how he called her, she wouldn't respond, as if she were lost in her own world.
He felt afraid and flustered, once again trying to embrace her.
She struggled even harder.
He didn't realize that something fell from his arms...
But Gong Shirao saw it...
She suddenly saw a familiar hairpin slip from his chest to the ground.
The memory seemed to come from many, many years ago.
A little boy placed a hairpin on her head and said to her, 'With this, I will find you. Remember my name, I am Zhan Nanjue... Wait for me... wait for me to grow up and marry you...'
Gong Shirao's pupils suddenly contracted. She looked at the hairpin that opened the door to her memories, feeling as if the whole world was about to collapse.
How could it be?
The 'big brother' she had been looking for was right in front of her.
