Song Li frowned, silent for a moment, then let out a soft “hum” and said with a light-hearted scoff, “Are you sick or something? How could I not recognize you? You’re Cheng Yu, the third young master of Guangyin Technology. I’ve been with you almost every day since I was ten. You’re arrogant, narcissistic, and a womanizer, ruthless and overly proud, but you’re not bad to your friends.”
Cheng Yu, half-laughing and half-crying, interrupted, “Alright, alright, stop it. I don’t know if that’s praise or criticism.” He then turned to look at Fu Xiaotang with a heavy heart.
Song Ying, observing the situation, said to Song Li, “Brother, what about me? I’m Xiao Ying. You should remember me, right?”
Song Li’s smile faded slightly, and he said seriously, “Xiao Ying, what’s wrong? You’re my sister, of course, I recognize you.” He looked around at the varied expressions on everyone’s faces, “What’s wrong with all of you? Why are you asking me this? Did something happen to me? Have I lost my memory?”
Everyone was at a loss for words. Fu Xiaotang slowly stood up, her face like frost, yet her eyes burned with an unyielding fire. She looked down at Song Li, her voice icy and deliberate, “You’re fine. You remember your mother, your sister, your friends of over a decade. You’ll probably ask about Liu Yi soon, wondering where she is, why she hasn’t come. You’ve forgotten only me. That’s good, very good. You don’t need to ask who I am, and you won’t see me again. I wish you a speedy recovery!” With that, she turned and left without hesitation.
Cheng Yu, without thinking, grabbed Fu Xiaotang’s arm, pleading slightly, “Don’t go.”
Fu Xiaotang shook her head vehemently, not looking at Cheng Yu or anyone else. “I don’t know what meaning there is for me to stay here!” Song’s mother approached, embracing Fu Xiaotang with great compassion, “Good child, don’t be angry with him. He’s sick. Let’s go find the doctor and ask what’s happening…”
