I don't know when the setting sun covered the ground, and then the dusk faded, a full moon hung in the sky, and then the sun rose in the east, with thin morning light.
The ward door opened again, Chang An came in worriedly, and said in a low voice to the woman with dull eyes on the ground: "Zhiluo, it's been a day, at least you should eat something."
Shen Zhiluo raised his head slowly, glanced at Chang'an, and then continued to stare at Su Nanjin. He seemed to have an obsession and shook his head stubbornly.
He was hurt because of her. How could he eat when he wasn't awake yet?
"If Nan Jin wakes up, he won't want to see you here without eating or drinking." Chang An was helpless.
him?
Shen Zhiluo's eyes moved slightly, his cheeks felt a little astringent, and he pursed his lips.
"Chang'an, you go ahead." Shen Zhiluo pulled his lips, "I want to... stay with him here."
Sighing lowly, not knowing how to persuade this woman, Chang An grasped the cold door handle, stepped out of the room with one foot, and heard a murmur from behind again.
"Do you still remember how we met?"
I don't know if this question is about Chang'an or Su Nanjin.
Chang'an paused slightly, thought for a moment, it was probably Shen Zhiluo talking to himself, gently closed the door and left.
There was a little wetness in Shen Zhiluo's cold eyes, and she whispered: "I forgot about it."
She frowned slightly, and there was a rare aggrieved look in her eyes.
She thought about it all night, but she still only remembered the painful memories with Su Nanjin, but she completely forgot all the good memories from the past.
Shen Zhiluo kept reminiscing, as if he was flipping through a book called memory, but the recollection always ended abruptly when he thought Su Nanjin had cheated, and the memory of the past was completely blank.
The hand hanging by his side shrank slightly, his fingertips trembled slightly, and a dense pain filled his chest.
Is it punishment?
To punish her, she can only remember the bad things in the past. To punish her, she is not even allowed to have good memories. To punish her... she can only have hatred for Su Nanjin.
She slowly sat down on the chair near the hospital bed, stretched out her pale hand, and traced the man's features.
This kind of action was very familiar, as if it had been done thousands of times before, but Shen Zhiluo had no memory of it.
The black hair fell softly, the man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, long black eyelashes covering the lower eyelids, and a sharp jawline.
He doesn't have any offensive power now. I don't know how much more pleasing he is to people than Su Nanjin, who usually opens his eyes and has a cold face.
But at this moment, Shen Zhiluo just wanted him to wake up.
She sat there, staring at it for an unknown amount of time without blinking her eyelashes, until her eyes felt sore.
But Su Nanjin was lying there, still... there was no movement at all.
Unable to stop the choking feeling in his throat, Shen Zhiluo covered his face, and a tear fell silently, hitting the man's face.
No one noticed that Su Nanjin's eyelashes trembled slightly.
…
The man in a white coat came out of Su Nanjin's ward, and the light in Shen Liangqiu's eyes went out.
Chang'an shook his head: "Zhiluo is too stubborn."
"If I had told her earlier, maybe I could slowly accept this fact." Shen Liangqiu's hand on the wheelchair slowly shrunk into a fist, and then he slammed it down on his thigh!
However, he struck him again and again as if he was unconscious, his eyes full of self-blame and hatred!
But his eyes were filled with a layer of jealousy and deep jealousy.
It’s Su Nanjin again, and it’s Su Nanjin who can get Zhiluo’s love!
If he had known about this matter at the first time, he would have rescued Zhiluo regardless of life and death!
Now, what Zhiluo cares about is himself.
But...if it were him lying in the ward, would Zhiluo still be...so infatuated?
A flash of anger flashed in Shen Liangqiu's eyes. On the frosted wheelchair handle, the fingertips continued to shrink and tighten, exposing the veins.
"It's all my fault, Brother Liangqiu." Jiang Xia felt sorry for Shen Zhiluo, and also felt sorry for Shen Liangqiu like this.
With Shen Liangqiu's casual movement, she knew what he was thinking. She suppressed the tears in her eyes and said angrily: "If I had known earlier, I should have started telling her bit by bit on the day Zhiluo returned to China! What a fool. , I thought I could hide it from her forever."
A large dark cloud hung over everyone's heads. Chang'an sighed, pursed his lower lip, and said nothing in the end.
And all this was seen by the man wearing a peaked cap in the distance, without anyone noticing.
When he learned that Shen Zhiluo was deeply in love with Su Nanjin, Mo Chen curled his lips and smiled, quite jokingly.
He touched his chin, leaned back, and the chair began to rotate. He raised his eyebrows at Bai Song next to him, with an indescribable coldness in his eyes: "I have arranged such a great show, and you don't have to notify me. It seems unreasonable for people to know that it is my masterpiece."
Su Nanjin, after all, was being manipulated by him.
…
"your name?"
"Shen Zhiluo."
"Reason for coming here?"
"Recover lost memories."
"Why am I losing my memory?"
Shen Zhiluo paused: "Stress reaction after a fire."
The psychiatrist, whose long curly hair was tied low, wrote down these reasons in his medical notebook, then raised his head and looked at Shen Zhiluo solemnly.
"Ms. Shen, are you prepared? Retrieving memory is not an easy task. You will experience the pain again, and it may be difficult for the patient to face the facts."
Going through the pain again?
Let her be the one again, Shen Zhiluo, who thought her husband was cheating on her and was willing to kill her just to get her mistress up?
That kind of experience is indeed too painful...
But...if she doesn't get her memory back, there will only be a painful past between her and Su Nanjin.
Even how to know each other and how to fall in love, she was completely blank.
Shen Zhiluo clenched the corners of his clothes tightly, his eyes darkened slightly, and he made up his mind after struggling: "Yes, I'm ready."
Didn't she come here without telling everyone just to get her memory back?
Shen Zhiluo didn't want to...forget those beautiful memories with Su Nanjin.
The doctor's pen paused and he raised his head with interest: "Ms. Shen, what makes you so determined to retrieve your memory?"
She paused and then added: "Psychiatrists need to understand the patient's past so that they can make more accurate plans. But if you don't want to tell us, we will respect the patient's privacy."
Shen Zhiluo paused, hesitated, and said calmly: "I wrongly blamed a person who was very good to me, but I only remember that I misunderstood him and hated him, and forgot how good he was to me."
"If this is the case, it may be even more painful for you to think about it." The doctor said meaningfully, emphasizing again, "Experiencing the memories again will bring you back to the person you were at that time, and you didn't know the truth."
"And..." the doctor looked serious, "even if I have a strong will, we cannot guarantee that my memory will be restored."
Shen Zhiluo raised his head suddenly, his cold eyes darkened slightly, and then said slowly: "Okay."
This chapter has been completed!