Lu Yinfeng left Mochuan in early summer, and when she set foot on the land of Mochuan again, it was deep winter.
More than half a year had passed just like that.
Plus, having nearly lost an entire year of memory, she felt even more unfamiliar with this place.
The winter in Mochuan seemed colder than usual this year, the air was moist, and Lu Yinfeng couldn't help but shiver.
"Do you still remember me?" A man suddenly appeared in front of Lu Yinfeng and asked.
Lu Yinfeng was startled and stepped back repeatedly.
After calming down, she frowned and complained, "Mo Zhiyan! You scared me! Why are you the one picking me up?"
Since Mo Wenjing couldn't come back with her, she had found someone to pick her up from the airport.
Lu Yinfeng thought it would be some employee.
Mo Zhiyan shrugged, took the suitcase from Lu Yinfeng's hand, and as they walked, he said, "Everyone said you had amnesia, I thought you had forgotten me too!"