Why had Shao Chen never told her this?

dle in their affairs anymore. 。His clouded eyes turned to Lin Jinran, and he said with kindness, "Jinyan, come play again next time you're bored." 。""Well, good" 。After having breakfast with Old Maste...He extended his little finger, "Let's pinky swear."

Lin Jinran didn't hesitate, stretching out her little finger and hooking it with the little boy's, she whispered softly, "Hook up, hang up, one hundred years won't change."

"Can our little ancestor go now" The middle-aged woman who had been holding onto him couldn't help but speak, "If we don't go back, your Uncle Ji won't let you out next time."

The little boy's face crumpled instantly, his small head turning towards the middle-aged woman. In a voice like a grown-up, he said, "Auntie, please take me away."

After finishing, as if remembering something, she turned to Lin Jinran and once again restored her soft, cute expression. "By the way, sister, my name is Tianze. Sister must remember me!"

"Alright, Tianze, sister remembers," Lin Jinran lightly nodded and slowly stood up.

Waving goodbye to Tianze, she raised her hand. Tianze also waved back with his chubby little hand, bidding farewell to her before being led away by the middle-aged woman.

Seeing Tianze leave, Lin Jinyan felt a strange reluctance in his heart. He stared blankly at the direction Tianze disappeared into for a long time.

After a long while, she shook her head. Perhaps it was because of the recent rumors about her that her mind would be filled with fantasies, fantasies about her child.

No, she has to be faster.

More than a year ago, something happened that caused Lin Jin Dye to desperately want to know what had led to her memory loss and who her husband was!

In the evening, Lin Jinran went to the hospital as promised to wait for Dr. Yang to get off work.

Dr. Yang greeted the last patient and said, "You don't need to have dinner. Let's go for a walk in the backyard. You can ask me anything, and I'll tell you what I know."

"Good."

She followed Dr. Yang to the backyard, walking side by side with him.

"What do you want to ask"

Lin Jin-yan stood still, turned his body to look at the person beside him, "Doctor Yang, a year ago, what was my mother's condition"

Dr. Yang was taken aback, his face etched with confusion.

Since Lin had always been with his mother, how could he suddenly come to ask her about this

Doesn't she know this better than anyone

"Doctor Yang, I had an accident and forgot some things. Now I can't remember what my mother was like at the time." Seemingly anticipating Doctor Yang's confusion, Lin Jinfan didn't hide anything and told him the truth.

Dr. Yang eyed her, hesitatingly asking, “And you now”

Lin Jinran smiled wryly, "I'm fine now, I just forgot those things and can't remember them. I can only come to find people I knew before, hoping to regain my memory."

Dr. Yang expressed his sympathy, as a doctor he naturally understood the drastic changes losing one's memory could bring to a person's life.

I never expected that after more than a year, Lin Jinran would have encountered such a drastic change. It's truly disheartening.

"Your mother was in a coma during her treatment. She received several critical notices, but she pulled through every time. Over a year ago, her condition improved miraculously and she woke up."

Suddenly, Lin Jinran's eyes widened in astonishment. After a moment, he was overcome with excitement and disbelief as he asked, "My mother is awake! She's awake! When did she wake up"

"Yes, you're awake. It must be a miracle," Doctor Yang was surprised, then thinking that Lin Jin Dye might have forgotten about these things, he calmly replied, "A year ago, if it weren't for you not giving up, maybe your mother wouldn't have woken up."

Lin Jin's pupils trembled slightly. Her mother had woken up, she had!

Why had Shao Chen never told herdriver who drove Madam that day, but that driver has already been dealt with by Young Master Mu's people." The bodyguard diligently reported the results of the investigation, carefully asking, "What e...