Later, he was betrayed and framed by his subordinates, abandoned by his family, and even betrayed and sold out by his parents. He was extremely insecure. In his entire life, you were probably the only unexpected thing.
Su Qiao scratched her head.
She had actually forgotten all that.
Of the man before her, the most striking things in her memories were that he was quiet, shy, and somewhat stubborn.
After thinking it over, she chose a compromise. Patting him on the shoulder, she said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just a little unused to it, that's all."
"You drank my blood because I willingly gave it to you. I hope you can recover your memories soon. Otherwise, with my abilities and temper, do you think you'd be able to drink my blood?"
Han blinked and carefully studied her face for a while before finally confirming that she was telling the truth.
His heart immediately relaxed.
However, his doubts remained.
"Why are you unused to it?" They had always been like this, and it had already been many years.
Su Qiao still formed a Dust Removal Art, removing the dirt from her body as well as the dirt that had gotten onto him. Then she pointed at her own face. "Don't you think I'm different from before?"
Han was stunned and asked, baffled, "How am I different?"
He stepped forward and scrutinized her face carefully. In the end, he nodded. "You're the same."
She clearly hadn't changed. She was still small, with a small face, a small nose, and a small mouth. She was still as cute as before.
Oh, right. Her eyelashes were still as long, thick, and curled as before. Whenever she opened and blinked her eyes, they fluttered like fans, like dancing butterflies.
Su Qiao explained helplessly, "Since you've