Qing Qing

The car, which had been moving at a constant speed, slowly stopped at this moment. Qingqing looked at the old man in confusion. Although she was puzzled, there was a trace of expectation in her tone. "Why did you stop? Are you here?"

"Not yet. But you can take a look around and see if you can remember anything. After all, this place is very special to you. "

Hearing this, Qingqing followed the old man's words and looked over through the window. She kept looking at the huge building that was quietly standing in front of her, as well as the figures that were constantly coming in and out.

A sense of familiarity filled her heart. That light appeared in her mind once again, but it still flashed past and could not be captured. Qingqing knitted her brows in a dilemma. Her almond eyes swept around aimlessly.

It was only when a well-ironed figure appeared in front of the building's entrance that she elegantly and calmly walked towards the black car not far away.