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Meng Tingxu's memories of Qin He actually stopped many years ago when she was thirteen.

Similarly, in her memory, Qin He wasn't a stranger.

Qin He was the son of her mother Meng Shengsheng's dear friend Xin Tian. Ever since her childhood memories began, he had always been by her side.

He was a whole five years older than her.

It's very difficult for people to remember what happened when they were toddlers. The Qin He in Meng Tingxu's memory was already a youth, flawlessly perfect.

She had to admit that he had grown tall and distinguished, radiating an enchanting brilliance.

In Meng Tingxu's shallow childhood memories, Qin He was always smiling with ease, a beautiful young man who warmed others like the spring breeze.

He was a true young prodigy, the pride and joy of the heavens.

The year Meng Tingxu turned thirteen, Qin He was eighteen.

Clad in a tailcoat, he sat at the piano playing music, his profile in the light and shade beautiful like a painting.