Bai Lu, bold as ever, walked over and put an arm around Peng Fang's shoulder, asking, "Afang, feeling better?"
Peng Fang raised her head and glanced at her, her expression unfamiliar. She nodded briefly, her gaze immediately returning to the computer screen.
Seeing this, Bai Lu frowned. This was nothing like the Peng Fang she used to know. Back then, even though Peng Fang was just a student, among the elders, she had already gained widespread praise as a polite and well-mannered child. Such a rude demeanor was something Peng Fang would never exhibit.
Could it be that forgetting also meant losing emotional ties?
In the living room, Jiang Yan was seated beside Zhao Wensheng. Observing Zhao Wensheng's gloomy expression, Jiang Yan said, "Brother-in-law, I heard from my brother-in-law that Afang's got some trouble with her brain. Is that true?"
