you're yu huo, right?

he opened his mouth and watched her move her lips.

but no sound was made.

An Xiaowan looked at him expectantly and even stopped breathing.

however, an yanmo's brows were tightly furrowed as he sank into a strange mood. His hands trembled slightly, and his eyes lost focus. He then began to hold his temples in pain.

His head hurt.

I-I don't remember, Wanwan! a stream of tears suddenly rolled down an yanmo's face.

His eyes reddened, and he pushed his wheelchair with all his might to look around.

although the street sign of this old street had been changed, it was still in its original position with the name of the old street written on it. standing under the sign, an yanmo was dazed and at a loss.

what was wrong with the world?

Why did everything change after a night's sleep?