"What's wrong?" the man's hoarse voice was filled with concern.
Wen Meimei put her hand down and glared up at his handsome face, "I want to ask you what happened to me? Why am I here? I remember I was just by the sea."
"I brought you back," he said.
"How did I become unconscious? Did you knock me out?"
Qiao Chengxun didn't reply.
Remembering the strange man from before, and combining that with the girl's reaction, he could roughly guess what had happened.
Meimei must have been knocked out by that man, and she likely didn't see his face clearly; otherwise, she wouldn't have spoken so uncertainly.
It appeared his guess had a very clear answer: that man must be Meimei's childhood sweetheart.
Only, for some reason, that man didn't want to see Meimei.
He recalled the last time at the art exhibition, Meimei had mentioned that the people from back then wanted to capture her, but it ended up being that man who took her place.
It seemed that the past was not so simple...
