Almost at the same time, Qing Daoxun felt an excruciating pain in her head and instinctively raised a hand to rub it.
"Junior Sister, what's wrong?"
Qin Shaofeng was deeply worried. He stepped forward to support Qing Daoxun, but she instinctively retreated.
Frowning at Qin Shaofeng, she said, "I was injured some days ago. When I woke up, I had lost all my memories. You say I am your junior sister, but do you have any proof?"
Qin Shaofeng froze instantly. He truly seemed to have no proof—all evidence had been left behind in the Ten Million Great Mountains.
Yet her brows and eyes were identical, her mannerisms identical. It was hard for him not to be certain that she was his junior sister.
But his junior sister had lost her memories. Making her believe him would likely be exceedingly difficult.
"Whether you believe it or not, you are indeed my junior sister."
"Young master, isn't that rather laughable? Since you have no evidence, how can I possibly believe you?"
At that moment, a maid's voice came from not far away. Qing Daoxun was startled and almost instinctively pulled Qin Shaofeng into the room.
"Do not make a sound for now. If anyone discovers you here, I fear disaster will befall you."
There was a trace of worry in Qing Daoxun's words, and her gaze was utterly sincere.
Yet after saying this, she froze.
Though she had no memories of Qin Shaofeng at all, she instinctively did not want anything to happen to him.
She gently bit her lip, unable to understand why.
"Hide here first. I'll deal with the maid."
Qing Daoxun turned and went to the door. After saying a few words to the maid and dispelling her suspicions, she returned to the room.
Yet when Qing Daoxun