C110 Untouchable memory

Memory was like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into the chest.

Tang An'an took in a deep breath, shaking off the memories that shouldn't have appeared. His face was as pale as paper, and he looked especially unsightly. Cui Zijian was a bit worried, "You remembered those things again?"

Tang An lowered his eyebrows, treating it as a sign of tacit approval