"Little girl, you cured her, how could she possibly withstand such a blow? She..."
"She has amnesia, selective amnesia," An Yiqing interrupted Nan Tian, speaking softly, "When my master and I were treating her, we found she had already forgotten many things. It's a common occurrence in mental illnesses. This kind of amnesia may recover over time, or it might never recover at all. After my master and I completely cured her, she became like this. Perhaps, before her husband passed away, she was already living a peaceful life, and now it's just a return to her true self."
Just as An Yiqing finished speaking, Grandma Zhang came out, trembling, with two bowls of plain noodles. Her face was covered with wrinkles, but she smiled kindly, showing no sign that this gentle old lady had once personally sent her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson to hell.
An Yiqing quickly got up, walked to Grandma Zhang, and took the large bowl from her hands.
