Yan Yan didn’t know what amnesia felt like, but he thought it must be very lonely, just like the aura the young girl gave off when he first saw her at Hepburn.

Cold and desolate, like a person abandoned in a vast, blank land, with nowhere to return to.

Yun Qiqi looked at him and asked, "Yan Yan, do you have any ideas?"

Of course, she wanted to recover her memory; no one would want to be someone who doesn’t even know who they are.

Yan Yan pondered for a moment and said, "I haven’t found a way yet, but Gu Yixuan said, if you look at more things from the past, maybe you’ll remember something."

Gu Yixuan had mentioned this to him a long time ago, but at that time he wasn’t sure what Yun Qiqi’s opinion was, and hadn’t had the opportunity to try it.

Seeing that she didn’t object, Yan Yan took out a notebook, drew her into his arms, and opened the notebook, retrieving past files for her to see.

Besides photos, there were past chat records, her Weibo history, and so on.

He even opened her old WeChat.

He explained to her about the things that happened between them in the past.

Telling the story from beginning to end, like a patchwork of tidbits, in a casual tone, speaking of whatever came to mind.

The man’s voice was low and extremely pleasant, carrying an imperceptible tenderness, ringing above her.

Yun Qiqi obediently sat in his embrace, listening to him softly recounting past events.

Each time he mentioned these things, his eyebrows and eyes seemed full of nostalgia.

However, her heart remained unmoved, looking at those things, apart from a faint sense of familiarity, she couldn’t recall anything...

"Yan Yan." She suddenly called to him.

"Hmm?"

The young girl’s lips moved slightly, hesitatingly saying, "Are you really sure... that I am Yun Qiluo?"

She looked at him with a gaze filled with tentative uncertainty.

"Isn’t it possible that there’s been a mistake?"

Yan Yan hadn’t expected that she would still have doubts now.

"No," he denied directly, pulling her into his arms, giving her a kiss, and looking at her earnestly, "Little Gua, if I had mistaken someone, it wouldn’t be you."

"But... I can’t remember anything," Yun Qiqi frowned, honestly saying, "Looking at these, I don’t have any impression."

Could it really be that he had mistaken her for someone else?

What made him so certain it was her?

She looked up, only to find that the man’s eyes were still full of gentle affection, with no doubt about her identity.

Seeing her unease, he leaned down and gently kissed her lips, soothing her softly, "It’s okay, we’ll take it slowly. It’s normal for you not to have impressions due to incomplete memories."

Yan Yan was very patient; after all, he had already waited two years and didn’t mind waiting a bit longer.

Having her by his side again was already the greatest luxury he once dreamed of; the rest, he wasn’t in a rush for.

Yun Qiqi felt a bit more at ease, "Hmm."

After a long day of flying and an hour on the couch trying to recall, she was finally sleepy, yawning uncontrollably.

Yan Yan simply put everything away, carried her horizontally to the bed, and snuggled into the covers, wrapping her in his embrace.

He lowered his head to kiss her soft little mouth, "Sleep, don’t think about it now, we have a game to watch tomorrow, remember?"

"Hmm, goodnight."

Yun Qiqi obediently nuzzled into his arms, though she didn’t fall asleep right away.

She suddenly remembered, wondering if Ji Ruofeng had gone to find Shijia.

She had even forgotten to eavesdrop on the gossip.