He Remembers Everything

Mo Zhan squatted down and reached out his finger to touch the tip of Wen Ruan's nose.

He was no longer breathing.

"Young Master, she's already dead."

Huo Hannian did not respond to Mo Zhan. He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, pinched Wen Ruan's chin, and fed her the medicine inside.

Immediately after, he pressed down on her chest and gave her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Mo Zhan frowned at Huo Hannian. He was already dead, so why was he still doing CPR?

Huo Hannian ignored Mo Zhan's gaze and continued to guide her, as if he was possessed.

Countless images appeared in his mind.

Call me brother. If you don't call me brother, then stay away from me.

- Brother.

She seemed to hear her crisp and soft voice, sweet and coy.

Why are you crying?

--I'm not crying!

I was wrong, can you hit me?

He reached out his long and slender hand to her.