"Wait for me a second," Lu Xinglan went to get a dry towel and draped it over her head, covering those eyes of hers that both soothed and tormented him, "Go on."
She tilted her head back, revealing her face, "After I was sold to the laboratory, my memories were erased, but not completely—I still remember some things. Today, when Hu Dingkun choked me, I recalled some details." His movements were gentle, and her speaking pace slowed down, calm and composed, she had come to terms with it, "Chen Qingshan and Tan Xiuqing didn't get separated from me, it seems like they intentionally left me behind."
Lu Xinglan's hands paused in their motion.
"Xinglan," from beneath the white towel, her eyes were clear, like a deer that had wandered out of the forest, naive and pure, fearing the world. Thus, she cautiously clutched his clothes, a gesture of complete dependence, "I might not be a Chen family member."
