Mr. Luo Xuan stood by her side, taking in every expression on her face.
She paused for a moment, and suddenly two streams of tears flowed down her face.
Heather was surprised by her own reaction, raised her hand to touch the tears, and, looking at the liquid in her hand, asked him without looking at Mr. Luo Xuan, "Why... why am I crying?"
It didn't seem like acting; it was a very real reaction.
Mr. Luo Xuan remained silent.
Could it be that she really had amnesia?
Her mind no longer held any memories of Li Sinian, but did her brain's nerves still automatically respond to stimulation?
Mr. Luo Xuan shrugged his shoulders, jokingly said: "Perhaps your nervous endings are excited. This is your first interrogation after all, and with such high stakes, it's no wonder you feel strange."
"I don't know..."
