Chu Molin, who was in the next room, was startled awake by the sound of the mother and daughter arguing and hastily ran over.
As soon as he got to the room, he saw Nangong Shulan with eyes red from anger.
"Mom, what happened?" Chu Molin anxiously asked.
"What happened? Ask her, such a troublesome girl." Nangong Shulan was uncertain whether to be mad at Qin Xue or herself.
After Chu Molin's question, she pointed straight at Qin Xue.
"Xue'er, what happened? Why did you make mom so angry?" Chu Molin softly asked his young wife.
Not that he could be anything but gentle, Qin Xue's expression was full of guilt.
"Erm, Mom knows about my injury, right, and how I can't remember anything anymore." Qin Xue guiltily glanced at Chu Molin.
"Even if you don't remember now, you'll remember it bit by bit. One day, you'll remember everything." Chu Molin felt helpless too.