"Sure. That's what I mean." Yan Huan placed the things she bought on the table and called the two little ones, "Come here, godmother bought you some gifts, see if you like them?"
Ning Chenyang happily ran over, while Ning Chenguang hesitated a bit.
"Guangguang, do you not remember godmother?" Yan Huan looked at the little one dazing and went over to ask him.
"I remember." Ning Chenguang's memory was somewhat fuzzy, but he vaguely remembered Yan Huan.
"It's good that you remember godmother. Quick, go see if you like the gifts?" Yan Huan patted his head, washed her hands, and returned to the table, saying, "The child has been gone for half a year, it seems like he's a bit unfamiliar with this environment."
An Hao looked at Ning Chenguang with some concern and sighed softly, "Yuan Yunong had hit the child's head, causing some damage to his hippocampus. He's suffering from intermittent amnesia."
