"That's because Xia Xiaonuan is not dead!" Xia Xinmei clenched her teeth and whispered, "If she were really dead, do you think Nangong Yaoling wouldn't thoroughly investigate the matter?"
"Xin... No, Miss... I..." Yun lowered her head.
Xia Xinmei sighed in disappointment, walked down from the bed, and stood by the window.
"I chatted with her today, and it felt like talking to a different person. The old Xia Xiaonuan would tell me everything, but today, she treated me like an outsider and seemed very wary..."
"Ever since the Young Mistress... ever since she lost her memory, she's become a completely different person..." Yun walked up behind Xia Xinmei. "Sometimes, I also don't know what she's thinking..."
Xia Xinmei turned around.
Surprised: "It's true? The Young Master doesn't like her?"
