"Name?" Lin Xixi shook her head, "At the time, I was there looking for someone. I didn't find the person I was searching for but encountered the injured man. Out of pity, I brought him to the house I used to live in. Before he woke up, something urgent came up at home, so I left in a hurry. I didn't get a chance to talk to him, so I don't know his name."
Ye Qingci nodded, "Do you remember some of the details from back then? Like what you did for him."
Ye Qingci's questioning was odd, but thinking that this was someone highly respected by Xia Junyu, Lin Xixi answered every question: "I don't quite remember. I only recall applying medicine to him and cooking a meal for both of us, but before I could eat, I received a call from home saying my mother was critically ill, so I rushed off."
Ye Qingci asked, "Do you remember what meal you made?"
