A black coat was taken off from his body and covered over her chest.
She frowned, knowing this wasn't a gesture of tenderness, but rather him being concerned about her exposure in front of others.
Through the heavy glass, his cold face emerged...
"Nian Duoduo, I've never heard of your name."
With his photographic memory, he would remember it from just hearing it once. Even if he had no impression of her, her name wouldn't be so unfamiliar. So he could be sure that he hadn't known her before.
Unless... she changed her name.
Of course, there are many possibilities. Many people know about him, but very few can actually make him know them. Moreover, she's just a woman, and in his past, apart from his mother, he had no concept of any other woman.
