Chapter 417 Love Not You, But Your Sickness_1

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Nan Mengqian was momentarily at a loss for words.

How could this guy possibly seem like a patient? His behavior was unrestrained, his thoughts erratic, as though he had just been released from a cage, exuding a casual and outrageous demeanor.

Overall, she could sense that he was content, and his amnesia seemed almost feigned.

"Just by glancing at the beach, you've concocted such a complete story with a moral?" Nan Mengqian asked.

"Yes, after all, I am still a writer beloved by many housewives," Ji Yun replied.

"Have you had a very long dream?" Nan Mengqian suddenly inquired.

"A very long dream? Why do you ask that?" Ji Yun seemed puzzled.