"I still remember Xiaoshu, Sister Xiao Ai's son, very cute."
Mu Liang's heart sank, the more she could remember, the more it meant that one day, she would also remember things about him. Joyous memories and painful memories would all come flooding back.
He was powerless to stop it.
"I just don't remember you."
"Oh, that must be because you bullied me," Qiao Xia said offhandedly as she lay there reading a magazine. Mu Liang's expression changed, a coldness mixed with deep pain, becoming inscrutably dark for a moment before she suddenly closed her eyes.
After more than a dozen hours, they finally returned home.
"Young Master, Young Madam, you've finally come back. Did you have a good time?" Having been briefed about Qiao Xia's situation by Mu Liang, Uncle Pan and Auntie Pan didn't dare to say much. In truth, they also had limited understanding.