Zhou You's heart clenched painfully. He hugged Nuomi, aching for her, and soothed her. "There, there. Don't be sad, Nuomi. Everything's all right."
In Zhou You's mind, Nuomi was an easygoing, good-natured ghost who occasionally threw a little tantrum. She had never worn such a heartbreaking expression before.
Zhou You realized that Nuomi's constant optimism had made him overlook the fact that she had lost her memories.
Losing one's memories was painful for anyone, even someone as carefree as Nuomi.
Zhou You held Nuomi and gently patted her back. "You have both of us here. We'll definitely help you get your memories back."
With Zhou You's promise, Nuomi felt a little better.
Chu Xiaoyao couldn't bear to see Nuomi like this and came up with an idea. "How about this? You said your earliest memories were of the old dormitory, and you lived there for two years. There might be some clues there. Shall we go again tonight?"
"Okay." Nuomi murmured her agreement, doing her best to hold back her tears.
By evening, Nuomi was back to her usual self, as though the events of that morning had never happened.
"Grand Supreme Elder, Sect Master, let's go! Off to the old dormitory!" Nuomi cheerfully called to them.
To be precise, Nuomi had already regained her good mood by the first class that morning.
Her sudden distress that morning had come from bottling up her feelings about her lost memories for too long.
Nuomi had always longed to recover her memories, but she felt it was her own problem. Embarrassed to trouble Chu Xiaoyao and Zhou You, she could only keep it to herself.
She didn't even have anyone to confide in, and over time, her unhappiness had built up.
After their comforting words that morning, and with Zhou You and