Qin Qiu let Ye Nianzhen hug her neck, and held her waist firmly with one hand.

All the memories from last night are still vivid in my mind.

He knew that the person in front of him had not lied to him, not only about the name, but also about those promises.

Qin Qiu—he was absolutely certain that it was the name he had once forgotten.

Because when he heard those two words, a sense of familiarity arose spontaneously.

It's like something you take for granted, which you lose one day for no apparent reason, and then find again.

She should know him; perhaps they were once companions.

But Qin Qiu didn't ask; none of that mattered.

There was only one thing he really wanted to know: "What is your name?"

Ye Nianzhen, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall with shoes on, only reached the man's chest in his arms.

At this distance, she had to tilt her head back to see the other person's face clearly.

"Ye Nianzhen, Ye as in leaf, Xi as in hope, Nian as in longing."

Even though the man might not recognize the words anymore, Ye Nianzhen still introduced herself earnestly.

Qin Qiu looked directly at the person in his arms and said solemnly, "I've remembered."

Ye Nianzhen felt that familiar feeling again when she was stared at like that.

She felt uneasy, as if ants were crawling all over her body. The only person who had ever made her feel this way was Xia Sheng.

She immediately changed the subject: "Um, are we just going up like this?"

The man's attention was indeed diverted: "Okay, that's fine."

After saying that, he squatted down at a 90-degree angle, his leg muscles tensed exaggeratedly, and then jumped vertically in an instant!