Going forward.
The Blue-Eyed Village Chief continued to lead the way, with Lin Xian silently following behind her. The two of them no longer exchanged words.
This time, Lin Xian followed her to hunt.
His original intent was to extract some information from her...
Even though she had amnesia, perhaps he could approach from an emotional angle.
But things did not go as expected.
The information he tried to extract only grew more blurred.
The woman with blue eyes in front of him, Lin Xian had even seen what she looked like when she was seventeen or eighteen years old.
He could feel it.
She really liked the name Yan Qiaoqiao.
Just like that photo, she personally said that she didn't care at all who the three people in the foreground were, she didn't care at all. What she cared about... was whether the name written behind—Yan Qiaoqiao—was truly hers.
Lin Xian was somewhat perplexed.
