Jiang Xuecheng cheered and quickly followed behind Su Wan. He reached out his slender hand and held the corner of Su Wan's clothes.
Su Wan looked at Jiang Xuecheng. Although she was much more used to it than she was at the beginning, she could not help but feel strange.
The happy expression on the man's face was like a large dog wagging its tail at its owner.
There was a hint of attachment, a hint of worship, and happiness in the corners of his eyes.
The corners of Su Wan's mouth twitched. She felt inexplicably terrified, and at the same time, she wanted to laugh.
When Jiang Xuecheng recovered his memories, what kind of expression would he have when remembering that he had such an "innocent" memory?
Would that man be helpless or annoyed?
As she thought about it, Su Wan's eyes curved, and two shallow dimples appeared on her lips. It was very beautiful.
