Ye Que lowered his head, gazing at the child in his arms, and shook his head in dejection, "I don't know what to do either!"
Father and son eyed each other, the atmosphere heavy with sorrow.
No one noticed Chi Zaozao standing at the doorway to the room, having overheard their conversation.
The content of their talk piqued her curiosity.
Were they talking about her, about her inability to regain her memories?
Could it be that Ye Que was searching for someone to help her remember?
Perhaps he hadn't found anyone, or maybe some mishap had occurred, which is why he despondently informed his son that his mommy might never regain her memory.
If she never got her memory back, what would she do?
Chi Zaozao felt, in fact, that this was no dilemma at all.
As long as she gave birth to the child in her womb, and as long as it was proven that the child was Ye Que's, then her future self would never harbor any doubts.
She would adapt and stick with him forever, never leaving his side.
