To be like an Ancestor

Yi Xia never thought that she would have a little sister who was so bright and cheerful …

"Hello, I'm Yi Xia." Yi Xia smiled faintly.

Hearing Yi Xia's distant tone, Yi Qiuyue lowered her head in disappointment, "Sis, you don't remember me? I am Qiuyue … "

Although she wasn't young when she met Yi Xia, their relationship wasn't really stiff at all.

"Qiuyue, your sister has recently gotten sick and you can't remember a lot of things. Yi Zhengtian dotingly looked at his younger daughter and gently explained in place.

"How could this be?" Yi Qiuyue casually threw her bag to the side, then sat down beside Yi Xia and asked with concern: "Sis, are you alright then?"

The concern in the depths of Yi Xia's eyes did not seem to be fake. It was completely different from the look in Chen Yanxiu's and Yi Zhengtian's eyes.

"I'm fine. My memory might recover after a while." Yi Xia said indifferently, as if she did not care about her loss of memories.