Jiang Jingheng looked into her clear eyes and replied, "You haven't met me."
Mu Yan thought so too. If she had seen him before, she couldn't possibly forget, especially since he was so outstanding.
She had just asked casually anyway.
It seems it's really because of that night.
Jiang Jingheng lowered his eyelids, a surge of emotion flashing in his eyes.
She really doesn't remember anything. After all, who he was then and who he is now are worlds apart.
But it's good that she forgot. That memory was like a nightmare to her.
If she remembered, she definitely wouldn't have fallen for him.
He said, "Drink more ginger tea."
After talking for so long, Mu Yan's mouth was a bit dry.
She took a sip of ginger tea, feeling content. Despite drinking so much ginger tea this year, the ones he bought were still the best.
Of course, Yu Ma's cooking was also delicious, similar to the ones he bought.
Wait... why did Yu Ma's ginger tea taste the same as the ones he bought?
