“What did the doctor say?”
“…”
“They said it’s amnesia, right?”
“…”
“Did they find out you were lying?”
Jingyeom, who had wrapped himself up tightly in a blanket with only his eyes peeking out, looked at Soohyuk with a sullen expression.
“I never lied.”
Soohyuk smirked, raising one corner of his mouth in a derisive manner.
“Then?”
“They said it’s dissociative amnesia.”
“…So you really lost your memory?”
“Well, if the doctor said so, then it must be true.”
Jingyeom replied in the same sulky tone, apparently offended by the suggestion of lying.
“What does it feel like to not have any memory?”
“Uh…”
Jingyeom slowly let go of the blanket he had been clutching tightly and wiggled his fingers. It wasn’t a question he could answer easily.
Even though he hadn’t truly lost his memory, he was experiencing it indirectly.
After the examination, when the doctor asked several questions, it was ironically true that he couldn’t remember anything at all.
At that moment, he wondered if this was the side effect of the transmigration.