This is too bizarre, too strange.
Gu Jin was already reborn, with memories of her past life lingering deeply in her mind.
If she had indeed met An Mingji before, how could she not remember him?
Ling Qiong smiled faintly, her voice as gentle as before: "If you hadn't met, why would he have collected your body, been so deeply devoted to you, loved you to madness, and even bloodied the world for you?"
Gu Jin's face changed slightly, her eyes widened, and her fingertips trembled.
She had speculated before that there might have been something she overlooked in her past life, but she still could not accept Ling Qiong's words.
If it was really so, then why did she have no memory, how much had she missed with An Mingji?
Gu Jin's face turned pale, her eyes went from initially imposing to gradually faint and empty.
