Qin Xiang had a feeling. His little sister hadn't just lost her memory—she seemed like a completely different person.
Jie Jingchen watched Qin Xiang with a scrutinizing gaze, while Qin Xiang, in turn, was scrutinizing Qin Mei. Under Qin Xiang's stare, Qin Mei felt her conscience prickle. 'If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.' She pretended to be calm and continued cracking sunflower seeds.
'These sunflower seeds aren't very good; the seasoning is too strong. I still prefer the original, plain flavor.'
Qin Mei glanced at the empty patch of dirt next to the grapevine trellis, considering whether she should plant some sunflowers.
"Little Sis, I heard from Jing Si that you're amazing at acupuncture. He said if you just prick yourself with a needle in the car, you won't get carsick," Qin Xiang suddenly spoke up.
