Strangely enough, Gu Xia doesn't remember so many people, but she does recognize some old neighbors.
So it's not amnesia; maybe she really just has regressed in intelligence and memory.
Lu You had a sudden idea, picking up the phone, she flipped through the files and found some childhood photos she had taken before.
One of them happened to be a photo with Gu Xia.
At that time, Lu You was only ten years old, and Gu Xia was even younger, perhaps six or seven years old.
The two stood at the entrance of a local botanical garden, and the photo had a very vintage feeling.
"Xiao Xia, look at this, do you recognize it?"
Gu Xia glanced at it and thought for a long time.
Pointing to Lu You in the photo, she said, "Lu—You."
"Yes, yes, it is Lu You. I am Lu You, Xiao Xia, I am Lu You."
Lu You was overwhelmed with excitement, as if she had won the lottery.
On the side, Yu Xiuli felt incredibly jealous.
It was like a jar of vinegar had shattered, filling the room with a sour smell.
