"You don't remember?"
Wen Liangtian stepped forward and asked.
"Remember what?"
Chu Xinghui pulled out of Pei Hanmo's arms and looked at him in confusion.
"Why are you here too?"
"Older Brother, you've lost your memory again."
Pei Hanmo didn't try to hide much and told Chu Xinghui outright.
At Pei Hanmo's words, Chu Xinghui's expression froze for a second before he forced a smile uglier than tears.
"What did you say?"
Back at the orphanage, Chu Xinghui and Pei Hanmo had agreed that if Chu Xinghui ever lost his memory like this again, he had to be told.
Pei Hanmo couldn't lie to Chu Xinghui just because he felt sorry for him.
Chu Xinghui hadn't lost his memory in so long...
No, that wasn't right. No one around him had told him he'd lost his memory.
"It's okay, Older Brother. It's all taken care of. You were very brave just now."
Pei Hanmo lowered his head to look at Chu Xinghui.
Chu Xinghui generally lost his memory whenever something happened that terrified him.
His first episode might have been the day he entered the orphanage. Chu Xinghui had been three, yet he'd forgotten what his name had been and who his parents were.
The director hadn't known what else to do either. The little boy had fainted outside the orphanage. Perhaps it was fate, so the director had taken him in and raised him.
With the case more or less dealt with, they turned to leave.
"What about that stalker? What happened to him?"
Wen Liangtian glanced back at the man sitting with his head lowered inside the police station, silver handcuffs around his wrists.
Noticing his gaze, the stalker raised his head and gave Chu Xinghui another strange smile.
"He'll probably be locked up for a few days."