"Sure enough, there's something wrong with my body?"
"But the hospital couldn't find anything..."
Hua Ziyun murmured to himself.
Could it be some terminal illness?
He didn't dare say that out loud.
If he really made Mother Hua angry, he'd be in trouble.
He turned to look at the young man in the seat of honor. "Student Xiao."
Hua Ziyun's eyes shone brightly.
"Could you tell me why I fell into a coma?"
"Was I right about any of the things I said earlier?"
"Did I fall into a coma because something was wrong with my body?"
"Or—"
"Was something wrong with my mind?"
"Or were there problems with both my body and my mind?"
Father Hua and Mother Hua's lips moved as they tried to scold Hua Ziyun for talking nonsense. In the end, though, just like their son, they turned their eyes to Student Xiao.
There was unmistakable worry in their eyes.
If Student Xiao slipped up and said something that made their son realize the truth...
They had gone to great lengths to keep it from everyone else—and from their son—because—
They didn't want their son to live under the shadow of having once gone mad.
Maybe their son wasn't as fragile as they thought.
Their son had always been sunny and cheerful...
But they couldn't afford to take that gamble.
Nor did they want to.
Xiao Xiao looked at Hua Ziyun, raising his brows slightly. "You really don't remember?"
It was understandable that Hua Ziyun couldn't remember what happened while he was mad.
His mind had been muddled then, a complete mess. How could he remember anything?
But what about before he went mad?
Did he really not remember anything about Ling Hu?
Ling Hu's eyes were a means of protecting itself when