Yu Jingxian patted Duan Yixin's back gently and said, "It's alright. You can take your time and retrieve your memory slowly."
After listening to his explanation, Duan Yixin's eyes were filled with confusion.
Although she couldn't remember everything, she knew that she should have died after the missile attack. She even injected the liquid chip into her body. Just these two points were more than enough to convince her that she should be dead now.
Duan Yixin frowned and lowered her eyes, 'Why is everything different from reality? Also, how could I survive a missile attack? Jingxian, he... he should also be dead by now. Everyone in the lab should be dead the moment the missile hit the building. What is going on here?'
Just as Duan Yixin was sorting out her memory and comparing it with reality, the military vehicle stopped in front of a mansion. After the military vehicle came to a complete stop, a middle-aged man in a suit opened the door.
