Xia Yangyang had two glasses of wine.
She felt as if her entire being was infused with energy.
Alcohol is actually a good thing.
Xia Yangyang felt much more relaxed.
She started chatting freely with Jiang Han.
They talked about many things they had experienced over the years.
But mostly, it was Jiang Han doing the talking.
Xia Yangyang had lost her memory, so she didn't have much to say, only occasionally chiming in with a couple of words.
Little Xingxing and Xia Ye had already eaten their fill a long time ago.
The two of them ran to the living room to watch TV again.
But Xia Yangyang and Jiang Han were still chatting.
They seemed to have returned to their student days.
They brought up the past one by one, sharing many amusing stories from their school days.
