"Qiao Jingchen will figure it out. Right now, he probably feels genuinely confused, that's why he doesn't know what to do."
Weilan shook her head, "I'm just afraid it's not because of this confusion, but because Aunt Fu saved you back then and not him, which made his life so chaotic. What did my brother actually experience back then? Does he remember anything? We don't know yet."
Lu Hechen paused, then asked Weilan, "Did you tell him that Aunt Fu saved me and not him?"
"No," Weilan shook her head.
"I haven't told him either," Lu Hechen said. "It shouldn't be because of that, right?"
"Could he have memories too?" Weilan seemed a bit unsure. "I remember my brother had a great memory. We all know he has a good memory."
"Maybe he's remembered."
"If he has remembered, he'd definitely be angry with Aunt Fu," Weilan said softly. "If it were me, I'd also feel resentment—a mother saves someone else's child at the expense of changing her own child's fate."
Lu Hechen said nothing.
