At night, at a bar district.
"What's the matter? You've been acting a little weird since afternoon." Mu Xiaoxiao poked around in her cup with her straw as she looked at Yin Shaojie and asked, puzzled.
The pair were sitting in a pub, looking out of the window.
Yin Shaojie looked at her and reached out. Caressing her cheek with his long, slender fingers, his magnetic voice asked, "When will you regain your memory?"
Mu Xiaoxiao's lips curled down and she asked uncomprehendingly. "I don't know either… Why are you asking this out of the blue?"
He hadn't been so anxious when urging her to regain her memories in the past.
Yin Shaojie smiled. "It's not me who's anxious. It's someone else."
He was worried about Ye Sijue.
Only Xiaoxiao knew where Mo Xiaomeng's house was. If she regained her memory, she could help Ye Sijue.
As brothers, Yin Shaojie couldn't bear to see Ye Sijue look down in the dumps.