Xie Heng walked toward Zhao Chuchu, reached his hand out, and tapped on her forehead. He said, "Because you're different from everyone else."
Actually, it's because Xie Heng felt that there was a faint, unique fragrance on Zhao Chuchu's body. He could smell it immediately when she walked in. He could identify her without even turning to look.
Zhao Chuchu put her arm around his neck and said with a smile, "I'm not very satisfied with that answer."
"But it's the truth." Xie Heng touched his nose with hers and said, "No one can compare to Chuchu in my heart."
He remembered everything about her.
"Da Lang, you're getting better and better at talking. I'm starting to think you might have been possessed by a roaming soul!" Zhao Chuchu laughed and touched his face gently. She felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
Xie Heng's eyes could see her only, while his heart rate started to beat uncontrollably. "It's getting late. Why aren't you resting?"