C183 The Green Grass Under the Water

"Mr. Zhou Heng?" Ai Sha asked carefully.

However, Zhou Heng hugged his leg and curled up at the corner of the bed as if there was no electricity. He was recalling, recalling his own memories.

Over the past three years, the amount of memories in his mind belonged to him, which ones were forcefully inserted by Taoist Master's system, and how many had already been silently deleted