“I can’t help but feel he’s just making things up,” Lu Zitong said, still skeptical about the old man’s words.

Mo Nuan smiled. “It actually fits our situation quite well. There’s something I haven’t told you—I had a crush on your brother back in college. I even took a part-time job at Lu’s just to be closer to him. But back then, all he saw was Ji Qingli; I was just a passerby to him. I worked there for a while, and he didn’t even notice me. Then, after my car accident, I lost my memory and moved to B City, completely forgetting my teenage infatuation. I never expected to...