Xia Luo looked at these, and a strange feeling surged in her heart, always feeling a sense of déjà vu here.
"I feel like I've been here before," Xia Luo murmured.
Zhan Yunxiao: "Of course you've been here before, you used to live here with me, we slept on the same bed for two years. It was only when we got a bit older that mother thought it was inappropriate and separated us. At that time, you cried terribly, unwilling to be apart from me."
"Really, did that happen?" Xia Luo blushed.
"This is a photo of you from your childhood, have a look." Zhan Yunxiao took out her childhood photo album again to show her.
Besides the album, there were many of her old toys.
Zhan Yunxiao took out a string of beads from inside and said, "This is the bracelet you strung yourself when you were five, you said it was a gift for me. I've always kept it safe, and last time you came over, I wanted to show it to you, but unfortunately, so much happened afterward."
