Upon hearing this question, Li Tao suddenly raised his head, his tone unintentionally heightened: "How would I know this? The injury happened a long time ago, and I have no recollection of where exactly I got hurt."
"No recollection?"
Jiang An pressed further: "Is it that you just can't remember for now, or is it that you actually have no memory at all?"
"What do you mean?"
Li Tao furrowed his brow, subconsciously clenched his scarred hand, "The wound is on me, how could I possibly not be aware?"
"But I really don't know when it happened—you see, the scar is almost gone."
"Then let me ask differently, since when did this hand start to feel a bit deformed, a bit unresponsive?"
Upon hearing this, Li Tao fell silent, lowered his head, his gaze resting on that light brown mark.
After quite a while, he finally spoke softly: "Officer, I really can't remember... I don't recall where I got hurt."
"Really don't know?"
"I don't know."
