"Dad," he could roughly guess what his father wanted to ask, and every answer he gave was meticulous, "I've been tracking this with Ziye, and tomorrow I'm going to sneak in there. I won't leave Nannan alone."
"Hmm," Lu Heyan nodded at length, "Did Nannan call you tonight?"
"Yes."
"What did she say?"
"I think, maybe something caused her to lose part of her memory, it could be something like an injury from a fall. She asked me, and I'm telling her a bit about it now, not knowing if it would help her remember." That was exactly what he feared after he heard her call interrupted, worrying whether he had done something wrong. Maybe it would have been better not to tell her at all.
Lu Heyan's thoughts seemed as torn as his, pacing in the room, taking the characteristic strides of a man: "If we don't tell her, the other party might never act. If we tell her, she herself might fall into a predicament."
"Dad, she's with Ayan. I'll go inside tomorrow."
