A ridiculous idea came to Song Ci's mind: Could it be that Zhou Lian still misses him?

No!

As soon as this idea came up, Song Ci mercilessly killed it.

Not to mention now, even in the past, Song Ci knew clearly that he was just dispensable to Zhou Lian.

His heart was only firmly occupied by the weak and fragile white moonlight.

But why did Zhou Lian keep these irrelevant things?

Is it the same as myself, just forgotten?

She knew Zhou Lian, and he ...