The café was backed up to the central business district. Most of the people who came here for coffee were white-collar workers. There was no noise. It was quiet.
Li Xiwu had been mentally prepared on the way here. Faced with Jiang Ce's words, she took a sip of her coffee and nodded frankly after putting it down. "Sure."
Jiang Ce said, "Then I'll ask?"
Li Xiwu said, "Okay."
Jiang Ce knew in his heart what to talk about. He would not be too direct, lest Li Xiwu feel repulsed and disgusted. After that, there were more than twenty minutes of questions and answers—
"Mrs. Pei, do you remember the first time you had a memory fluctuation?"
"When I went to Mount Liang to record a show and was accidentally injured."
"Injured on the head?"
"Yes, the head."
"What did you remember?"
