No one can understand his pain without memory.

It's like the past ten years have been completely abandoned, and even his memory has not been left behind, and his time has disappeared.

Xia Xin said in a trembling voice, "I...I want to know, my parents, and every night, I want to know the truth."

Leng Xuetong looked at Xia Xin's painful expression, and finally shook her head, and had no choice but to say anything else.

She is not Xia Xin and cannot understand Xia Xin's desire for the truth. She can only give kind suggestions from the perspective of a friend.

At this moment, Xia Ye lowered his little face, grabbed Xia Xin's hand tightly, showing a bit of sad expression, and murmured in a low voice,

"No, no, don't think about it..."

Xia Xin looked at Xia Ye's drooping little face and immediately showed a look of distress. Then he gently patted Xia Ye's little hand and comforted him, "It's okay, it won't be okay."

After saying that, he looked at Xia Yunwei and said firmly, "You said, you can help me restore my memory, right? Then, let's try it."

Xia Yunwei smiled slightly, "A wise decision."
Chapter completed!