C44 She hates him.

In the dim silence of the study room, Ziyan Qing sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the medical report in his hand. The paper trembled slightly in his grip, but his face remained unreadable. Line after line, the document confirmed the same devastating truth—Anya Bay had no recollection of her past. Not even her own name.

Yet something didn’t add up.

Her eyes