"Little Wei, are you feeling unwell?" Grandma Li hurried over nervously, grabbing her hand to ask.
Ji Wei held her head, barely calming herself, and forced a smile, saying, "Grandma Li, did I ever come to the mountains when I was young?"
The back mountain felt eerily familiar, as if it was tied to her amnesia.
Grandma Li's expression froze, and after a moment's hesitation, she recounted how Ji Wei had gotten lost in the mountains as a child and almost had an accident.
"So, you're saying I was badly injured in the mountains before?" Ji Wei asked in surprise.
"Yes, but we don't know the specifics of how you got hurt. Your dad took you back to Rongcheng that very day to get treatment."
Hearing Grandma Li's words, Ji Wei became even more determined to visit the back mountain.
She might find clues about the injury she suffered back then. After all, even if she hit her head, it wouldn't easily lead to memory loss—something significant must have occurred!
