Yu Jingrong stepped forward, holding Xin Xiaozhen, and sighed, "My brother… he's not the same, so he…"
Xin Xiaozhen's gaze remained fixed on Lun Sui. Hearing Yu Jingrong's words, for a brief moment, she wanted to refute them—no, he is Chenxi. The most reliable way to identify someone is through feeling, and her feelings right now were telling her that Lun Sui before her was Yu Chenxi.
But she also knew that feelings could be misplaced.
She missed Chenxi desperately.
If Lun Sui were truly Chenxi, he wouldn't act this way toward her. Besides, Chenxi had autism, and aphasia… She clutched her chest, her whole body weakening. If it weren't for Yu Jingrong supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground.
Yu Jingrong softly called her name: "Xiaozhen!"
Xin Xiaozhen clutched her chest, despair washing over her: "He's not… Then where is Chenxi? Where is he?"
