I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart

Qingran had no idea when God Ji and Mi Xiao left; she only knew she was the first to return.

After Xie Ying’an finished saying that God Ji wasn’t a three-year-old child, Li Qingmo also came looking.

This dude, with all his flair, was wearing a pair of sunglasses impatiently gave Qingran a glance, and then turned to look at Xie Ying’an: "I’ve told you long ago, Li Qingran isn’t a three-year-old kid. She can’t get lost. What’s the point of looking for her?"

Pfft! Qingran thought, and wanted to scoff coldly. Is this something a brother should say?

Li Qingmo seemed to notice God Ji hidden behind Xie Ying’an for the first time. He walked over, moved Xie Ying’an aside, and craned his neck to look: "Who’s behind you? Why does he look a bit familiar?"

God Ji, who became famous young and mythologized after a single battle in F High, was naturally recognized by Li Qingmo.

Three youths standing together under an ancient tree, the last remaining sliver of sunset light cast upon them, created an indescribably beautiful scene.

But even the most beautiful scene would be instantly disrupted by the presence of Li Qingmo, the mood killer.

"Hey! Is that really God Ji?!" As if unable to see clearly, Li Qingmo even took off his sunglasses.

Now, the bruise above his right eye, with nothing to conceal it, was completely exposed to everyone.

Mi Xiao, curious, took a glance and raised an eyebrow, seeming somewhat interested.