Nangong Zhongli stepped forward: "Shaochen, I'm Nangong Zhongli, do you remember? Do you feel any familiarity?"
Liang Shaochen's handsome face turned towards her, and he shook his head blankly.
Nangong Zhongli instantly deflated.
"Xiaonuan... Why does he remember your name, but listens to mine without any feeling?"
Xia Xiaonuan smiled awkwardly to comfort her: "Don't overthink it, Zhongli. Maybe it's just because my name is a bit easier to remember..."
They didn't notice the man on the bed, whose calm face flashed a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Xia Xiaonuan walked out of the ward a bit troubled.
Nan Mo had actually lost his memory?
How could that be! She thought such things only happened in movies.
But maybe Jiang Xue had hurt him too deeply.
Xia Xiaonuan clenched her fists in hatred.
During the day, many people had rushed over.
