In fact, she could leave alone, leave that small village, or even leave this province. She had hands and feet, so she could make money anywhere and lead a life. But she had never thought of hurting this disabled man in front of her. In her heart, he was her family, the only family since she had lost her memory.
But she had not thought that she had family members and children. She wanted to know where her children were and whether they were still alive.
Seeing her still looking bad, Chen Jiahang sweated all over with anxiety.
He wrote in his little notebook again: "Yanyan, are you really all right?"
He Xiyan cast a look at the words he wrote. Those scribbled words were totally different from his normal handwriting, through which his current anxiety and tension could be seen.
She shook her head, telling him that she was okay, but her eyes were full of doubts. Suddenly she grabbed Chen Jiahang's arm and looked straight at him.
