Those memory fragments pieced together in Yun Chu's mind bit by bit.
They weren't coherent but were still relatively clear.
To Yun Chu, it was a memory she couldn't bear to recall, one she had never wanted to remember for so long, one she dared not face.
Yet that memory was so clear, so real, so... indelible.
She could even recall the nauseating smell in the hospital room at the time.
She herself couldn't stand it.
But her uncle, while asking the nurses to help her clean up, didn't care about the filth on her body; he just held her directly, constantly comforting her.
This is Uncle.
The uncle who stayed by her side during the darkest, saddest time of her life, who never left her side and constantly took care of her!
How could she doubt him?
How could she doubt Uncle!
People may disguise themselves for a while, but they can't do it for a lifetime. Moreover, no disguise can be perfect, especially at certain times when facades are usually easily shattered.
