Chu Yanhan's face changed, Jiayi wasn't joking about this.
Ya Chen too was moved, "Jiayi, don't you remember me taking you to the airport?"
Jiayi shook her head: "I don't remember."
Ya Chen had a premonition and tested, "Then the recent events and people, do you remember any of them?"
Jiayi's head felt heavy, with a pout she held her temples, "Like what?"
Ya Chen took a deep breath, "For example, the things that happened after Xinyue pushed you down the mountain in China. Where have you been this past year? Who have you met?"
It was as if meridians in her head were being torn, flickering with countless residual images, yet frustratingly unclear; she gasped for air, "I don't remember..." and uncontrollably hugged her knees.
Ya Chen's shock was not minor, "Do you remember me? We're engaged to be married, and in a few days, we were supposed to go to the church to get married. Your daddy, do you remember him? And Mrs. Chu, Chu Xinyu, Nie Yixiao? And your birth mother?"
