Gu Lanshan felt the owner of the voice had a really bad temper. It was strangely familiar to her, as though she knew the person, but she couldn't remember who it was. She tried hard to think, only to feel a headache coming on. She couldn't help but moan in pain, and then her hand was enveloped by a warm, large hand. Close to her ear, a tender voice followed, "Chu Chu? Chu Chu?"
Chu Chu?
Why does the name Chu Chu sound so familiar?
Gu Lanshan pondered in a daze for a long time, until she finally remembered—oh yes, Chu Chu was what they called her. Her name was Chu Chu, Ye Chuchu.
In this world, was there still someone who remembered her as Ye Chuchu?
Was it her mother?
She remembered her mother was very beautiful. In the small town of Jiangnan, she always wore a white blouse, a floral skirt, black leather shoes, and her long, jet-black hair quietly hung behind her head, delicate and charming, eliciting admiration from everyone who saw her.