C240 Follow Me

But even if I don't have this person in my memory, my body, my feelings, they tell me that the existence of this person is inevitable. . . I know him!

It's my brother? My brother? Moh Chen? And when I heard this familiar voice, my tears seemed to have been cut off and kept flowing down.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Didn't I come? I'm sorry I'm late. Girl, forgive me