Xin Xiaozi opened the cover of a hand cream, dug out a piece and patted it on her hand. She said casually, "You know, I think I remember the last time you said who the familiar figure was."

"Who is it?" Bai Chichi looked at Xin Xiaozi in the mirror and asked.

Xin Xiaozi shook her head and said, "I think so, but it's impossible. It must be a very close person."

"Who is it? Whether he is similar or not, I always have an answer in my mind, but I can't get out of my headache. Bai Chichichi felt that his memory had dropped to its lowest level recently....