He reached out for the still-warm nourishing porridge and drank it unhurriedly, feeling his strength returning little by little.
The even sound of breathing was already coming from beside him.
If Ji Tian had also recovered her memories, things wouldn't be like this. In his past life, he was as close to her as anyone could be, and if not for a cruel twist of fate, he would have had a child with her.
He carefully recalled every little detail with Ji Tian when he was seventeen and then realized...
What the hell kind of blockhead was this?
Back then, he managed to win her over in about half a year.
And now he was still just at the stage of holding hands, and to her, he was like an invisible man. What was the point of putting on airs or playing it cool? He hardly talked, and nearly half a year had passed, with the time spent with Ji Tian being virtually negligible.
Instead of thinking of meeting Ji Tian when he had nothing to do, he would run off to Black City A3 District.
