Qiao Qiu stood aside and waited. She didn't watch Gao Meng draw, but she couldn't stop thinking about it.

I wonder how she drew it, and whether it really is me.

Qiao Qiu was in a state of turmoil, unable to concentrate on her painting at all. Her mood was even more chaotic than when she first arrived and learned that Gao Meng was the person she loved.

Back then, at least she could still pick up a paintbrush and paint, but now, she can't paint at all.

Gao Meng started writing. This time, just like last time, many fragmented images floated into her mind, but this time they were a little blurry and not as clear.

Gao Meng refined the details based on her own understanding, depicting the characters' facial features and clothing.

After an agonizing hour, Qiao Qiu felt as if she had waited for an eternity.

Gao Meng has finally finished drawing.

Qiao Qiu walked over with a nervous heart and her eyes widened instantly.

The dress is simple, still sky blue, but the hairstyle has been changed, making it more like the attire of an ordinary young woman.

This is what she wore when they went on their incognito visit.

Gao Meng hesitated for a moment, then took one out from her paintings and gave it to Qiao Qiu, saying, "Qiuqiu, this is a painting I made... but I have no feelings for him."

Even Gao Meng herself didn't believe what she said. Looking at these pictures, she clearly felt a surge of tenderness welling up inside her.

Qiao Qiu took the picture and saw a young man in white sitting at a stone table drinking wine. The moonlight shone on him, making him look like an immortal.

This is her appearance in the life she took when she transmigrated into Shen Junbai; even her temperament was depicted perfectly.

"Besides these, what else do you remember?" Qiao Qiu looked at Gao Meng, her eyes revealing a hint of urgency.

Now, Gao Meng couldn't guess what Qiao Qiu was thinking either. She wasn't angry, but why did she seem so eager to know something?

However, Gao Meng would try her best to answer Qiao Qiu's questions. She thought about it carefully and said, "There are some fragments occasionally, but they are not complete. For example, this young man in white, I seem to have seen him in great pain, and I saw him faint, but I can't say exactly why."

"Mengmeng, hit me," Qiao Qiu said.

"Huh?" Gao Meng was even more confused.

"Hit me if I tell you to, aim for my face." Qiao Qiu's attitude became much tougher, and the expression on her small face became much more serious.

"Oh, oh," Gao Meng replied, her voice filled with uncertainty. Wasn't being asked to hit her a test? How could she possibly bring herself to do it?

"You don't need to worry about anything else. Your punches can't hurt me. I've practiced martial arts," Qiao Qiu said, noticing her hesitation.

"You've practiced martial arts?" Gao Meng was surprised.

Qiao Qiu smiled slightly, "Why don't you try and see?"

Sure enough, Gao Meng had no more scruples and punched Qiao Qiu directly in the face.

Qiao Qiu dodged to the side, her back pressed against the wall, head down, breathing slightly heavily.

This was Gao Meng's fastest punch ever, and Qiao Qiu actually dodged it. Before she could even be surprised, she saw that Qiao Qiu seemed to be in some discomfort.

Gao Meng felt a surge of anxiety and, disregarding whether Qiao Qiu truly knew martial arts, went over to support her. "Qiuqiu, what's wrong?"

—Junbai, what's wrong?

These words appeared in Gao Meng's mind without warning.

"Jun Bai?" Gao Meng frowned.

Upon hearing this name, Qiao Qiu stiffened and grabbed her hand. "Mengmeng, have you remembered something?"

The sound of "Mengmeng" pulled Gao Meng back to reality. She looked at Qiao Qiu and asked suspiciously, "Qiuqiu, do you know something? Is it related to my memories?"

When Qiao Qiu saw that she still couldn't remember, her hope turned into disappointment, and she suddenly became very sad. "Tell me when you remember."

After saying that, Qiao Qiu walked out of the art studio.

Afterwards, Gao Meng's heart completely followed Qiao Qiu as she left the art studio. Qiao Qiu's almost tearful expression filled her mind and occupied her entire heart.

Gao Meng squatted down and pounded her head hard, hoping she could remember.

Qiao Qiu went to the second-floor balcony, sat in a rocking chair, buried her face in her hands, and tried to calm herself down by letting the breeze blow on her. She had acted impulsively just now; she knew Gao Meng cared about her, yet she still spoke like that.

But if she doesn't leave, who knows what hurtful things she might say.

After a while, Qiao Qiu finally calmed down and began to think about what Gao Meng had said to her in the art studio.

Yes, although Qiao Qiu was most concerned about whether Gao Meng had remembered her memories from her previous lives, it did not prevent her from noticing something was off about Gao Meng's words. However, she did not take it seriously at the time, so she kept it to herself and did not think about it carefully.

She's even more beautiful than the people in the painting? And you still want to explain it to her?

Isn't this the most normal reaction of someone experiencing their first love? If it were just saying these things, there would still be room for consideration, but Gao Meng's expression at the time clearly told her that she had fallen for her.

Qiao Qiu looked up at the sky, a knowing smile on her face. So it wasn't just her who was in love with him; that guy had already fallen for her, he just hadn't confessed yet.

Suddenly, the previous problem became no problem at all, and Qiao Qiu's mood brightened instantly.

She stood up, turned around and walked back to her room. She went down the stairs and went directly to the room on the left side of the stairs, which was the art studio. Qiao Qiu's bedroom was on the right side of the stairs.

Gao Meng was still racking her brains, but she still couldn't remember anything.

Qiao Qiu squatted down in front of her, reached out and cupped her face. Gao Meng's face showed a hint of confusion and a dazed look.

Qiao Qiu's heart stirred, and he slowly moved closer, kissing her soft, fragrant lips.

Gao Meng's mind went blank for a moment, then she took the initiative, putting one arm around Qiao Qiu and pressing the back of her head with the other, not allowing her to back down. Then, like a storm, she gave Qiao Qiu a long French kiss.

After the kiss, Qiao Qiu's hands somehow wrapped around Gao Meng's neck. Gao Meng hugged her, and the two were very close, with no space between them. The entire art studio was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Qiao Qiu's legs felt a little weak, so she leaned against Gao Meng's chest, waiting to recover.

Gao Meng's heart was pounding; she hadn't expected Qiao Qiu to fall for her too. The kiss spoke volumes, drawing their hearts even closer.

"Mengmeng, I had my parents install a camera at home."

Gao Meng's heart tightened, and she subconsciously looked around. She wasn't afraid of Qiao Qiu's parents finding out, but performing a sex act in front of her elders was very embarrassing.

Qiao Qiu chuckled and said, "There are surveillance cameras in my room and the living room."