Jin Qingcheng sat quietly beside the vanity mirror, staring at her reflection, somewhat lost in thought.
She wanted to recall her memories, but she just couldn't remember anything.
Involuntarily, Jin Qingcheng asked the maids waiting by her side: "Xiao Jin, have Mo Li and I known each other since childhood?"
Mo Li is precisely the Demon Spring Saint Son.
"Yes, Miss, you and the Saint Son have been childhood sweethearts; you are human and were adopted by the Third Elder and have lived in the Demon Spring Clan since you were young. Many in our Demon Spring Clan bullied you, but the Saint Son always protected you. Gradually, you became a tag-along by his side."
Xiao Jin said, her face filled with smiles and envy: "Miss, your relationship with the Saint Son was really, really good. Before you lost your memory, you couldn't go three sentences without mentioning him."
"But why do I feel that Mo Li is a stranger to me?"
