Did you remember something?
Wen Nianchu curved his lips into a smile.
Yao Qing's selective amnesia following her stress reaction that year also struck him as strange. Had he really caused her such great harm?
Actually, it might not necessarily be the case. He didn't think he had done anything.
Perhaps she just couldn't accept the downtrodden and dark version of herself during that time?
People must accept their negatives and pasts, after all. If she remembered him, there was nothing for him to fear.
In any case, the progress bar of the story was almost at the place it was supposed to be.
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After Yao Qing left Wen Nianchu's hospital room, she almost bumped headfirst into the wall.
The intense beating in her chest and the sweat pouring down her forehead made her think her body might have a problem, but the feeling was hollow and insubstantial, much like when she had been ill a long time ago.
