C402 The warmest memories of the old people

But...

In the end, everything was just nothingness.

When Xiaoqiao grabbed it, everything disappeared.

Xiaoqiao spread open her hands, and... Nothing. Nothing.

He was destined to never catch anything.

It was destined that the things he recalled would be illusions.

Living room, kitchen, stairwell, bedroom... In every place, Xiaoqiao walked past them with extreme patience