Chapter 395 What Color Do You Want?

"Boyfriend, good night!" She pressed it again. Over and over again. Finally, she confirmed that it was indeed her. However, she didn't have a clue when she recorded the sound and gave the doll. Anyway, in her memory, there was no such doll. So... It should have happened when she lost her memory. That was five years ago. Ziana pursed her lips tightly. She reluctantly put the doll back where it was and walked out with heavy steps, feeling even sadder. She had amnesia. Boris knew that she had lost her memory. Boris knew about the past and probably knew that she was his savior. During that past period, she guessed that she and Boris eventually developed a serious relationship. Given her conjectures of those days and the information that Jeffrey collected, she could almost figure out what had happened. The whole