"Chun Xia, yeah, nothing's wrong, really nothing at all. The people they're talking about on the TV, in the news, they're not me." Her voice was soft and unhurried, as if nothing had ever happened.
When Lu Huan arrived at the hospital room door, he heard his sister Manman describing the incident in such a nonchalant manner, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Chun Xia, I want to ask you something. Do you remember that time in our final year of college when we went on a field trip to the Yangtze River basin?"
"Why are you suddenly asking about this? Didn't we have to return early by car because of the unexpected flood, and we didn't get to do what we intended?"
Had Chun Xia really forgotten all about it because she hit her head, just like her?
"We did leave early by car, but we also encountered the flood," she said in a low voice, musing, "Now, I've started to remember. I wonder how those who went with us are doing."
"How could they be? I remember everyone got home safely."
