Inside the Qingye Sect, Ning Qingxuan's boudoir.
As the head disciple, Ning Qingxuan had an extremely high status within the sect, and her room had the best location.
As the maid pushed open the door and walked in, she saw Ning Qingxuan standing by the window, sunlight falling on her hair, quiet as a painting, which left the maid somewhat dazed.
Xiaoya had followed Ning Qingxuan for many years, and had grown up with her since childhood, Xiaoya was also a witness to the current incident.
The young lady had lost her memory and forgot many things, but thankfully she still remembers herself.
"Xiaoya, is that you? Why are you standing at the door and not coming in?"
"It's me, Miss. You are daydreaming again."
Ning Qingxuan turned back and looked at Xiaoya: "I feel like there's a huge gap in my memory, but I can't remember anything."
"Miss, don't be puzzled. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I know almost everything about you."
