Ji Li didn't finish his sentence.
Upon hearing this, Ji Muhan didn't want to stay in the room any longer. She walked out without a word and stood outside the door without leaving.
"Young Master," the middle-aged man said respectfully.
Ji Muhan's eyes widened in confusion for a moment, but she didn't think much of it. After two seconds, she returned to normal and nodded slightly.
"Young Master, did you not recognize me?" Mo Fei asked tentatively, having noticed his hesitation earlier.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Muhan froze, raised her eyes and gave him a cold look.
Could it be that, "..."
He knew it would be like this.
Ji Muhan calmly went upstairs.
He was already used to his face blindness. Even if he met them often, he could never remember their faces. In his world, everyone seemed to look the same. He could never distinguish their faces, nor could he ever remember their names.
The person he had just met in the morning seemed like a complete stranger to him when they stood in front of him again in the afternoon.
Even now, he can only barely remember two people.
It didn't really matter to him. To him, those people were just passersby. What did it matter whether he remembered them or not?
only--
A voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"do you remember me?"
Can I add you on WeChat?
"I promise I won't bother you."
I tried hard to recall her face, but I could only vaguely remember her figure.
What is he doing?
She's just a young girl who hasn't grown up yet. She's approached me because she's interesting. I've met girls like her before. If I just ignore her a few times, her fiery passion will naturally die down.
Besides, he didn't need to deliberately be aloof, because he never remembered anything...
downstairs.
"Young Master is back." Mo Fei handed the medicine to the old man on the bed.
Ji Li's fingers twitched, but he didn't reach out to take it. He looked at the pill in Ji Li's palm with a complicated expression.
The old man under the lamplight looked so lonely from behind; in his twilight years, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were particularly noticeable.
"Could it be that he still resents me in the end?"
The old man's complex tone carried a hint of weariness, and his heart was filled with bitterness and regret as he spoke.
After that incident and the huge blow it dealt him, Ji Li's health deteriorated.
"I see that although the young master doesn't smile as much as he did when he was a child, he still cares about you. Otherwise, he wouldn't be managing the company for you this time."
"I hope so," the old man said in a very soft voice.
Mo Fei comforted him, saying, "Given your current health condition, the doctor said you should try to relax."
The old man stared at the water glass, his eyes sharp, and said in a very soft voice with emotion, "I know what happened back then, but I didn't do anything to stop it from beginning to end. I even turned a blind eye and just watched coldly. I thought that no matter how much they made a fuss, it was just a small fight. I never thought of stopping them. Now Sinian and his mother are gone, and Sinian only has this little bloodline left."
"After the incident, I wanted to make amends, but the child was unwilling to accept it. Later, he joined the army and rarely came back for more than a few days a year. Even when he did come back, he wouldn't say a few words to me. Sometimes, when I look at this empty house, quiet except for the sound of my cough, I always wonder if what I did back then was right or wrong?"
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