Wen Wan couldn't answer this question, she felt it was a bit strange.
Song Wei said, "Perhaps she was injured while fleeing, and lost all her past memories."
"Is it that easy for someone to lose memory?" Wen Wan found it unbelievable.
Song Wei glanced at her, "Wasn't it like that for you back then? After waking up from a high fever, you remembered nothing."
Wen Wan wanted to argue that she was young at the time, but considering Sanyang's age isn't much older, perhaps she really hit her head or was like her, lost everything after a high fever in the snowy days.
With the conversation reaching this point, it seemed to hit a dead end, showing signs of not continuing.
Wen Wan noticed it was already late, told Song Jiao she wouldn't be returning tonight, and suggested she stay here.
Song Jiao nodded woodenly.
She had been living here before and already regarded the Song Mansion as half her home.
