Duanmu Zhe couldn’t fathom her reason for doing this.
Han Muzi drooped her eyelids and looked at her fingertips.
“I’ve never lost my memories before, so I don’t know how it feels like. But… if one day, I woke up to realize that I don’t even know who I am, and that I don’t recognize everyone around me, I would be so helpless.”
Though she said it in a matter-of-fact kind of tone, George felt sorry for her upon hearing that.
“Even though there would be someone who would always take care of me and tell me who I was and who they were, my entire life would have to be arranged by someone else. When I would see a person, I would have no idea who they were, and I would have to rely on other people to let me know. Would you want a life like this?”