The fragmentary stubbornness, like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, makes Li Nan's blank mind suddenly float on a vague, girl's face.

As if he had been shocked by an electric shock, he trembled and immediately went to capture the face, hoping to see who she was, to think of who she was, and to retrieve the lost memory.

But just as he was about to discover something, he was hit by someone, and then listened to a piece of sporadic questions: "Which one is she?"

If the girl who suddenly appeared in my mind just now is likened to lightning, then fragments of lightning rods attract lightning to...