Dong Xin Yan didn't want to worry him, instinctively wanting to shake her head, but halfway through, some images floated in her mind. Her eyes flickered slightly with light, and she pressed her lips together, feeling somewhat hesitant.
Cheng Ziyang looked at her expression, extended his hand, and pulled her to sit on the sofa. His voice still carried a bit of hoarseness, but his tone was as gentle as ever, "Is something wrong?"
Dong Xin Yan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't suppress the confusion in her heart. She slowly lifted her gaze and looked at Cheng Ziyang, her red lips parted, speaking each word carefully, "Ziyang, when I was eighteen, I lost two months of memory after falling into the water. I used to think nothing special happened during those two months, but... it seems that wasn't the case."
