The man said nothing, merely looking quietly at Su Qiao.
Su Qiao sighed helplessly, then reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his eye. "How do you manage to end up in such a miserable state every time?"
"And how do you manage to run into me, this great benefactor, every single time?"
If she hadn't happened to appear so coincidentally, what would he have done?
When she reached toward him, the man instinctively shrank back, but he stubbornly didn't dodge away.
When her hand brushed over the corner of his eye and swept past his ear, he couldn't help clutching his left chest.
His heart had suddenly begun beating much faster. It felt very strange.
The man stared at Su Qiao curiously, as though she were some rare object. "Who... are you?"
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a very long time, but it was unexpectedly pleasant to hear.
At least his voice sounds nice.
Su Qiao consoled herself.
"Who am I?"
"Don't ask me. I don't know either."
Could it be that she had no memories either? Could she no longer remember who she was?
The man blinked in confusion. At that moment, he looked even more like an innocent child.
The expression in his eyes was crystal clear. It was hard for Su Qiao not to understand it.
She was very straightforward as well. Clapping her hands, she said, "You guessed right. I don't have any memories of this world either."
The man's expression shifted slightly, and he parted his thin lips again. "Then... do you know me?"
Did she know him?
Su Qiao studied that perfect face.
It was unfamiliar, yet it also carried a hint of familiarity.
"Perhaps, maybe, possibly, I've seen you before." In any