October. Even though it was almost autumn, the temperature in the capital was still hot and dry.
The weather was similar to Pei Ge's feelings—hot and dry to the point of making her feel depressed and angry.
Even if the aircon was on full blast in the sedan car, her heart remained as hot and dry as the weather out of her frustration.
"Mommy, why does little brother not remember us anymore?"
Ran Ran's eyes were so red and swollen that she looked like the most pitiful thing in the world as she stared at her mother. Her voice was also a bit hoarse.
"He's just sick. He'll soon remember us."
The woman rubbed her daughter's head as she softly explained it to her.
However, although she had a gentle smile on her face, her bright eyes were full of sorrow.
"Mommy, don't be sad. Little brother only can't remember us temporarily. I believe that he'll soon recover."
Little An An held her hand gently and consolingly.
"Mhm…"
