"Sister Yanning... my head hurts so much... don't go, don't leave me..."

The air froze completely.

Disbelief was written all over everyone's face.

"I……"

Yan Ning stiffly held the tall man in her arms, who was clinging to her like a small animal.

I felt his warm breath on my neck.

My mind went completely blank.

Xie Huaiye seems to have... not only woken up, but also has something wrong with his mind?

And it seems he only recognizes her? He even treats her like... his older sister?

Sun Wuji rubbed his eyes hard, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"My God, am I seeing things?"

He pointed at Xie Huaiye, his voice trembling, "Young Master Xie, such a tall and handsome man, is now... acting all cute with Yan Ning?!"

Qi Minghao, leaning against the wall, was also dumbfounded, and muttered a reply:

"It's not just his acting cute; don't you guys think he's been acting strange after he woke up?"

He frowned, trying to find the right words to describe it, "That look, that movement, it's just like a little kid!"

Feng Jun, who had been observing silently, had a sharp gaze behind his glasses.

He adjusted his glasses, his voice deepening:

“A severe blow to the brain can indeed cause serious problems. I’ve seen many cases like this in the police station.”

"In some cases, the brain will forcibly shut down the damaged area in order to protect itself."

"The result is memory loss and even mental degeneration."

He paused, his gaze falling on Xie Huaiye, who was clinging to Yan Ning's arm, with a complex expression:

"It now seems that Xie Huaiye has likely lost most of his memories and regressed to... the mental level of an eight-year-old."