"Then… does Mother know about your identity?"Mo Yuxin finally spoke after calming down. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions raging inside her heart.
Shen Mingyue, who had been quietly watching her, smiled faintly. Her smile was calm, serene—yet there was an ancient weight behind it, as though it carried countless lifetimes of sorrow.
"No," she replied softly, shaking her head. "She hasn't remembered yet. And this is also one of the reasons I came to you two."
Mo Yuxin blinked, startled by the answer. She turned instinctively toward Su Yubing, whose brows furrowed ever so slightly. The two exchanged a look filled with confusion before Su Yubing spoke up.
"Why?" she asked, her tone careful but firm. "Is there something wrong with her memories? Can they not be recovered?"
