"When Xiao Shan woke up, he had already forgotten everything. It's likely that the North-South Bridge incident was too much for him, and the possibility of being hit by hard objects at the bottom of the river contributed to his memory loss."
Old Uncle Qiu's family listened with their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
It was quite a while before Qiu Da finally sighed and said, "Having amnesia might be for the best, after all, witnessing one's own mother falling into the water is not a good thing."
This kind of heart-wrenching sorrow, it was enough for him to bear alone.
Although his son no longer remembered him, it didn't matter; he had a lifetime to accompany him, starting from now, it was not too late.
"What are your plans?" Old Uncle Qiu asked again.
"I was just thinking of discussing it with you," Bai Junjun glanced at the dilapidated courtyard.