Korea staggered forward and almost fell. After standing firm, she turned her head blankly and looked at Ji Chicheng in tears.

Ji Chicheng looked at her like that, frowning in disgust, "Fortunately, I have amnesia."

He didn't believe it, he would like this kind of woman who took the initiative to give her arms.

He didn't like the clothes she was wearing, and he didn't like her hair.

She has done so much for this man, and she has been degraded to this point. She can only move on, not shrink back.

Without this man, she would not be willing to die.

Korea secretly encouraged herself, and looked up with full fighting spirit.

"City, how can you treat me this way? We are really together, really in love, I have photos."

While crying, she took out her phone, found the photo, walked to Ji Chicheng and showed the photo to Ji Chicheng.

Ji Chicheng didn't want to look at it, glanced inadvertently, but turned his face in a daze.

Both the man and the woman in the photo are topless. The woman is the nasty woman in front of him, and the man with closed eyes seems to be... himself.

No, how could this be, how could he like such an annoying woman.

Ji Chicheng didn't believe it. He stretched out his hand to grab Korea's phone and looked at the photo carefully. He was indeed right.

Seeing that Ji Chicheng was surprised and wondering, Korea cried again: "Song, even if you lose your memory, you can't forget me. We used to love each other so much."

After speaking, she covered her mouth and couldn't cry.

Ji Chicheng frowned and looked at Korea, who was crying with a low headache, suddenly flashed back the dream scene in his mind.

The thin girl, dressed in a hurried white shirt, had short hair tied in a braid behind her head, squatting in the corner, she didn't even dare to cry.

Like the woman in front of him now, covering her mouth.

Could it be him?

But it feels obviously not like this. That girl, every time he dreams, he feels distressed and wants to wipe her tears, but the woman in front of him, he just wants to turn around and leave.

"Are you crying?"

In fact, the memory is lost, there is nothing for him, the only thing that can't let go is the girl in the dream.

The only thing I want to figure out is what is the relationship between them and why they always dream of her.

"If you don't like it, I don't need to cry." Korea heard Ji Chicheng's question, thinking he hated her crying, and immediately stopped the crying and wiped away the tears with his hands.

But still choked up.

Ji Chicheng looked at her suspiciously, "How old are you now?"

He wants to know the girl in his dream so much, he has been searching for clues for so many days.

He always felt that the arrogant old man who claimed to be his father deliberately concealed something from him and didn't want him to restore his memory.

Korea didn't know why Ji Chicheng suddenly asked her her age. He was very cautious, and after thinking about it, he replied: "I am twenty-six, two years younger than you."

Two years younger, he is twenty-eight this year.

Twenty-eight, for so many years, he has forgotten so many years, the man in this photo is indeed him.

Did he really like this woman before?

Ji Chi Cheng stared at the photo, unable to accept that the person he loved was the woman in front of him called Korea.

Korea didn't know what Ji Jicheng was thinking, but she could see that he was already believing what she said.