Lu Zhu's eyes turned red and his voice choked.
"I'm sorry—"
The apology was more than twenty years too late.
Actually, Qiao Nian didn't know how she had been kidnapped. At that time, she was still too young to remember anything.
However, when she heard Lu Zhu's words, she suddenly thought of something.
She said gently, "Brother, stop feeling guilty. I don't blame you. No one has forgotten me all these years. I don't remember either of you at all. Sometimes it's a blessing not to remember, isn't it?"
Lu Zhu's body stiffened slightly.
"You're the one in pain. Sigh…" Qiao Nian couldn't help but sigh.
If she had been able to recover her memories earlier, even if it was just a little earlier, or if she had discovered her background earlier and realized that she was not a member of the Qiao family, she might have gone to find her family long ago.
Fortunately, it was not too late.
"Brother, does your wound still hurt?"
