Ling Xi nodded lightly towards everyone as a response. She quietly observed the expressions on their faces and all the surrounding environment. Yet, there was absolutely nothing that could stimulate or prompt her memory. The respectful people before her seemed like soulless robots, expressionless.
It seemed that digging out something from them was unlikely; at least for now, it was impossible.
Even though Ou Cheng's explanation to her was nearly flawless, as if there were no grounds to doubt him, her heart felt that everything was just too perfect, and the more perfect things were, the more they incurred suspicion. Moreover, he had not told her why she had fainted, especially during such an important wedding.
What she found most incomprehensible and unacceptable was that after fainting inexplicably at the wedding, he had brought her straight back here, and all her memories had vanished without a trace, so thoroughly that she couldn't recall even a sliver of them.
