With her extremely forgetful memory, one can't possibly count on her to remember.
However, it's not that Ye Fei can't remember people; her memory is excellent. It's just that those passersby in her life don't seem to matter to her, so she doesn't bother remembering them.
Even after Song Xiuxia had left, Ye Fei was still musing to herself, "When did this happen... I have no recollection at all... Was it when I was very little? If so, it would be he who remembered me, not the other way around."
Ye Fei finished the last bit of bandaging herself. To avoid Ye Mo noticing anything, she went into her room to change back into her clothes. She had just put on a casual mid-sleeve shirt, which successfully hid her injuries.
As soon as she came out, she ran into Song Yanxi.
"Fei'er, is your hand okay? I think I might have kicked too hard."
"I'm fine!" Sister, how can that be considered a 'bit' hard?
If it had been some other girl, say, Eleven, their ribs would be broken for sure!
