"But, a thousand years ago, does not your memory of thousands of years ago exist?" Shangye gently lifts the hair that Ran Ran Ran Ran has blocked from his eyes.

"it doesn't exist. At that time, I was myself. I didn't know what happened thousands of years ago or thousands of years later." Ran Huo frowns. Shang Ye knows there must be a lot of pain in it.

"don't think about it. Go to sleep." After listening to such a story, Shang Ye doesn't know whether he is happy or worried. He didn't expect that Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran Ran...