It's not that he has a good memory, he just remembers everything between him and her.
The first time we met, the first time we played, the first time we held her.
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I wonder if she, like him, remembers all the memories between them, those precious memories that are priceless to him.
She remembers this place, just like him, but does she still remember the first time he held her in his arms, standing here, standing in the position where they are now, he hugged her tightly, that day, she burst into tears.
Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but move. The fingertips under his sleeves trembled slightly. His eyes slowly turned to Qian Qianqian, and he saw that she was also in a daze as if she had thought of something.
"Qian Qian."
He couldn't help but call her, and saw her shoulders shaking twice as if she was frightened. Then he turned his eyes to her, and there was an unknown guilty conscience in his eyes.
"Ah? What's the matter, senior?"
When her eyes met Yan Junhang's black eyes, she avoided them somewhat like a dodge, and secretly screamed something bad:
I wonder if the senior still remembers what happened here? If he remembered that he hugged her here, she would be so embarrassed.
She prayed in her heart, senior, please never remember this. Bodhisattva bless, bless.
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Just as Yan Junhang hoped, Qian Qianqian did remember him holding her here more than ten years ago. However, if he knew now that Qian Qianqian didn't want to be remembered, he didn't know what he would do.
What does it feel like?
Qian Qianqian kept praying in her heart that Yan Junhang would never remember that incident. She felt that for her, that incident was definitely an embarrassing past event that she could not recall.
That day, she remembered that they had just finished the performance and left the theater, and the senior's face became very ugly. She had never seen such a sad expression on his face that made others feel distressed and heartbroken.
Before she could make any move, she was hugged by her senior and held him tightly. At that time, she was really frightened by her senior.
He didn't say anything, he just held her like that. Originally, she wanted to push him away, but she stopped when she heard the sobs that she tried to hold back by her ears.
At that time, she didn't ask anything and was just held by her senior.
She liked him and had liked him for so long. Maybe she was a little secretly happy when she was held by him that time.
She didn't know what happened to her senior that day, but she was certain that it must have made her senior very sad. It was the first time that her senior, who always smiled, cried so sadly in front of others.
She didn't dare to ask, and couldn't ask. She could only be held by him, giving him silent comfort.
Her memory returned to that day, and she looked ahead absentmindedly, not noticing that Yan Junhang's deep eyes were resting on her face quietly and movingly.
Yan Junhang lowered his eyebrows and looked at Qian Qianqian, seeing that her eyes were looking into the distance without focus, as if she was reminiscing about something.
Is it Qianqian?
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I also remember what happened that year, that year.
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He held her, young and young, standing under the green sycamore tree, holding her quietly, venting all the pain in his heart.
Feeling a little emotional in his heart, he took a small step forward, leaned down and took Qian Qianqian's hand, his deep and beautiful eyes filled with affection.