An Yan closed her laptop and massaged her temples.
Half a month had passed since the incident, and if Ruan Qingqing were pregnant, it should have been clear by now, but she showed no urgency to get tested. It seemed it was time for An Yan to lend her a helping hand.
There was a knock on the door.
An Yan said, "Come in."
Ruan Qingqing opened the door and asked, "What would you like for lunch?"
An Yan leaned back in her chair, "My head hurts a bit, I don't feel like eating. You and Yueyue go ahead."
Ruan Qingqing came in, looking concerned, "Why do you have a headache?"
"These past few days, some chaotic memories have emerged in my mind," An Yan said, frowning. "I should probably go to the hospital to check if this means I am recovering my memories."
Ruan Qingqing felt as if she was plunged into an icy cellar, her body turning cold.
She forced a smile, "That would be good, to get it checked as soon as possible. Regaining your memory is a good thing."