An Ziqing's mind was a complete blank.
She tried shaking her head, trying to remember.
But the more she tried to remember.
All she could think of were scenes of another person.
"When you remember all of An Qiyan's memories, you will lose all of An Ziqing's memories!"
Yin Nuo's words echoed in her mind again.
Fear genuinely crept into An Ziqing's heart.
Because she found her old memories becoming more and more distant.
Many times, she had to think very hard to recall a bit of them.
An Ziqing couldn't help but hold on tightly to Ling Chuan's arm.
Ling Chuan looked down at her, seeing her face pressed against his arm, so close, holding on so tight.
He was very happy.
He leaned down and kissed her.
An Ziqing was stunned, looked up, and he leaned down to kiss her again.
There were so many people here at the cinema.
People could see his actions too.
An Ziqing, embarrassed and annoyed, hit him, "What are you doing!"
"Kissing my wife!" Ling Chuan said as a matter of course.
