Song Yunuan sincerely said to Xia Liying, "Isn't this better than being in prison? You ought to be content. Besides, I was talking nonsense at the time. My uncle isn't a magician who can concoct a youth-restoring potion, what a joke, right?"
"Your mother has always looked down on my grandma, hasn't she? So, I said my grandma looks really young now – I just wanted to vex her. After all, she's gone mad and can't understand anything, but…"
At this point, Song Yunuan paused, her tone turning doubtful, "Logically speaking, if your mother has gone mad, she definitely shouldn't remember what I said, right? What kind of madness is this? Could it be that she's faking it?"
Xia Liying was stunned.
A flicker of unease crossed her mind.
She had her suspicions for a while but dared not expose them.
After all, it seemed like her mother had become a completely different person.
