This girl thinks her voice is small enough.
But little does she know, with Uncle's hearing, even if she goes to the balcony to whisper to him, Uncle can still hear it clearly.
Mu Xiaoyao rubbed his temples, feeling powerless.
"Do you really... not remember Uncle?" he looked down at the person in his arms and asked softly.
Since she thought that Uncle couldn't hear what she said, he might as well think so too.
He thought that Uncle would definitely want to hear the answer to this question as well.
Baili Xia looked up, meeting his gaze, her eyes clear as water.
She gently shook her head and said softly, "It's not that I forgot, but... I don't know him at all. I can't remember when I ever met him."
Mu Xiaoyao lowered his gaze, staring intently at her eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.
From her eyes, he saw clarity and sincerity. She was not lying; she truly forgot.
But how could fragments of memory just disappear like that? What exactly did Lu Xuening do to her?
