Qian Yixiu didn't make a sound and continued to stealthily gaze at her mother through the corner of her eye, watching to see if she could remember anything.
Suddenly, Cheng Yue clutched her forehead and cried out, "Ouch, my head hurts, it really hurts."
Hearing this, Qian Yixiu quickly climbed onto the bed to massage her mother's head.
Qian Yijin, who had been writing at the desk, also put down his pen and came over to persuade her, "If it causes a headache, then don't think about it."
"Think? Think about what?" Cheng Yue asked blankly. After a moment, she added, "Oh, I remember now…"
"What does mother remember?" Qian Yixiu asked anxiously.
