Fu Yan looked at the documents in his arms and said weakly, "Can't I just not memorize them?"

Xiao Xin sensed the resistance in Fu Yan's tone, but this was a task assigned by Yu Muqing, and he had no other choice but to complete it.

Xiao Xin lifted Fu Yan's chin and looked at him seriously: "Don't want to memorize it?"

Fu Yan nodded, his eyes shining: "Mhm."

"Do you want to die?"

"..."

Fu Yan lowered his eyes, the light in them vanishing completely, and muttered, "I don't want to."

Xiao Xin shook off his chin, her tone unusually serious: "If you don't want to die, listen to me and memorize it."

Fu Yan pursed his lips and remained silent.

Seeing him pursing his lips in a sullen mood, like a little brooding bun, Xiao Xin couldn't help but smile.

He suddenly remembered the injury on the back of Fu Yan's head, and then he realized that Fu Yan had amnesia, so he asked, "By the way, can you read?"

Fu Yan nodded. "Mm."

Xiao Xin was somewhat skeptical: "Really?"

Fu Yan nodded again and winked at Xiao Xin: "Yes, the first thing I saw after waking up was your name, Xiao Xin."

Fearing Xiao Xin wouldn't believe him, he added, "The doctor showed me your photo and said you saved me, and that's how I remembered you."

Looking into his sincere eyes, Xiao Xin's heart still trembled when she heard him say her name.

No wonder Fu Yan called Xiao Lin's name directly from inside the car when he picked him up last time.

Xiao Xin couldn't help but ask, "Last time I picked up my dad, why did he call my name directly on the way back?"