"Aunt Lily?"
Lily Bankston had just opened the door when Adam Jones's voice, tinged with confusion, came from behind her.
Her eyes brightened, and she quickly turned her wheelchair around, looking at Adam Jones with gleaming eyes, her voice trembling:
"Adam, do you remember Aunt Lily?"
Adam Jones looked at the woman sitting excitedly in the wheelchair in front of him and pressed his lips together, remaining silent.
He didn't actually have any memories of her, except for when he had seen her face just now, a scene flashed through his mind—
He and the woman in front of him were talking in a car when suddenly the car was hit and overturned. The woman was thrown out of the car, and he instinctively rushed out to pull her back from almost falling off the overpass.
But he himself fell due to the momentum.
The scene, abruptly stopped.
"Aunt Lily," these words, just instinctively came out of his mouth.
