There was a gentle sound.

Baird looked at Rita. At that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Rita.

"What did you think of?" At this moment, he felt that it was exactly the same!

In the past, when she called him, her tone was almost the same as before. So, was she...?

Rita: "..."

The pain in her hand made her come back to her senses, and then she looked at Baird's reaction blankly.

He was? "You!?"

"You still don't remember? It doesn't matter." His joy dissipated. When he opened his mouth, there was an unconcealable sense of loss in his tone.

Looking at...