The skinny, beautiful, and pitiable kitten.
Its fur was wet, and it sadly called its mother's name.
He called for his mother and took her home.
"Xiaoxiao..."
Huo Sheng's heart skipped a beat. He slowly called out a name.
Although she was not the little gardenia in his memory, she was really like the girl in his memory.
He gently arranged her hair for her. Her hair was black and bright, smooth, fragrant and soft in his palm.
Lin Mengya couldn't help kissing her. She smelled fragrant and fragrant.
Xiaoxiao.
"I'll call you Xiaoxiao from now on, okay?"
...Who is calling my name?
The name that he had forgotten after having been shut up for so long.
Could it be that all of this was just a dream...
Perhaps seven years of time was just a nightmare.
Perhaps, it was really a dream.
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