"You look a lot like that person." Qi Xia unhurriedly spoke, after a long while.
"Who?" The female singer wondered.
"I don't know."
"You're teasing me!"
"I'm not. You look very similar, but also not." Qi Xia stared at her face and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover her eyes.
At that moment, Qi Xia's heart jumped slightly.
"You look exactly like her, but your eyes are different." Qi Xia suddenly smiled. The figure in his dream might look just like this. As long as she closed her eyes, it was as if that person had walked out of his dream.
The bitterness and pain in his heart were finally relieved, but the greater emptiness filled his entire heart.
"Who are you talking about?" The female singer was confused by Qi Xia's actions.
"I don't know." Qi Xia smiled lightly. He wasn't lying or teasing her. No matter how he ranked his brain, he could not find the name of the person in his memory.
