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Qianning crashed into the arms of Beigong Cang, who quickly steadied her unsteady form and glanced at the huffing Chen Dong, "I will ensure she receives the best treatment."
Qianning struggled out of Beigong Cang's embrace, shouting, "Can I make my own decisions?" Her words quieted everyone down before she continued slowly, "Whether you are my husband or not, I am firstly a stranger to you. To me, you're just a stranger. Xiao Dong and Sister Chen are the people I'm familiar with. Of course, I will choose to trust them."
"Xiao Yu," Sister Chen spoke up, "he really is your husband. Don't you want to find your family? Don't you want to remember your past? Maybe, there really is a daughter waiting for you at home." At least the wedding photo was real. And ever since Xiao Yu had come to their home, she had never thought she would stay. One day, she was bound to leave, and now seemed to be the time for her to go.
