She Is Not an Ordinary Person

Every day, Xu Nian would carry a basket up the mountain to gather medicinal herbs. At such a young age, Xu Ling had already learned how to cook, and this uninvited guest would only go into an inexplicable rage every day. Her identity had become a mystery that troubled her every day.

"Elder sister, do you really not remember anything from the past?" Xu Ling was doing his best to wring dry his clothes by the stream. He sat on a rock and stared at the lake in a daze.

"Elder sister?"

"Huh?" Hearing Xu Ling's voice, Su Qinglian regained her senses, his brows knitted, not knowing how to answer this question.

She really couldn't remember. Her mind was completely blank and she was worried that she might be a fugitive from exile. Otherwise, how could she explain her bruised body?

She must not be an ordinary person!