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Upon hearing these words, Ning Anping suddenly stood up!
She recovered her memory just like that? How could it be? It really was too sudden.
There had been no signs that she was on the verge of regaining her memory.
Song Xiufeng, still relying on his cane, stood in front of her, quietly looked at her, and said softly, "Ashu, I remember everything, all of it."
The doctor was right, the key to his lost memory was needed, and that key was home.
The home he shared with Lin Shu, Jinyu Hall.
It wasn't the restaurant called Jinyu Hall but the matrimonial home they had set up together in the Capital.
The courtyard they entered wasn't planted with traditional pomegranate trees but with crabapple trees, bearing the kind of crabapples that can be made into preserved fruits.
Ning Anping had become utterly lost in confusion, her eyes glazed, speechless.
