He Miao did not expect her to ask about this. She lowered her voice and asked, "Didn't you promise your mother that you would never see him again?"
Xia Yan raised her head slightly and looked at the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, feeling increasingly uneasy. "But I don't know if this is the right thing to do. There's always a voice in my heart that wants to see him."
"But you're in pain."
He Miao's indifferent gaze fell on the young girl on the bed, whose face would turn paler every time she mentioned the subject. She suddenly wanted to make up his mind and agree to Lu Shuang's secret request.
Xia Yan had no idea when she would recover her memory. If she were to feel pain every time she thought of Chen Zheng, she might as well drive him away from her world and never see him again. Perhaps that would be the best outcome for her.
