Jian Xi's heartstrings trembled.
She had a mentor, but she didn't know his name. At that time, her heart was particularly dark; it was the teacher who used a paintbrush to guide her toward the light.
As if possessed, Jian Xi asked, "Do you have a photo?"
"Yes." Huo Chen immediately pulled out the photo on his phone, "Look!"
Seeing the elderly man with white hair and a scholarly temperament in the photo, Jian Xi unconsciously teared up: "Teacher..."
"You remember the teacher?" Huo Chen was overjoyed, "Then take a look at me! I'm your adorable and handsome junior fellow student!"
Jian Xi shook her head.
Huo Chen was disappointed, "That doesn't make any sense! You remember the old man but not me."
Jian Xi was even more puzzled!
Boloni was indeed her teacher, but in her memory, there was no person named Huo Chen!
"You later surpassed us and convinced the old man to make you the senior sister, making me the junior brother, and you remember only the old man but not me!"
