C830 Better an open enemy than a false friend. False friends are worse than open enemies

I looked at Girl, who was crying on my body, at a loss on what to do. The cold crossing walked over and patted Girl's shoulder, "It's useless crying like this. To her, you are just a stranger."

"What do you mean?" Girl raised his head and looked at the cold crossing.

"She doesn't remember anything." The cold crossing answered, "She's already dead