At this moment, some chaotic memories emerged in his mind.
The memories were like fragments, flashing through his mind piece by piece, but too quickly for him to grasp.
He slowly moved his gaze away from Yijun's face and looked at Tang Huai, Gu Jiajia, Zhan Tingzhi, Tang Li one by one...
These faces seemed familiar, as if he'd seen them somewhere, but he couldn't remember.
His head, apart from some chaotic things flashing by quickly, seemed no different from before, and he still couldn't recall his past.
Faced with these few faces, the sense of familiarity was also fleeting.
Sweeping them another glance, Gerry's gaze returned to Yijun's face.
Seeing Yijun's cute face full of anxiety, Gerry's chest suddenly sank.
He sat up, raised his hand and gently touched Yijun's small head, his voice very hoarse: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Watching Yijun who didn't dodge when Gerry touched his head, Tang Li was surprised and slightly opened her mouth.
