An Xiaoruo was struggling and feeling very uncomfortable.
An Xiaoruo left the restaurant.
..................The rain is still falling, it seems to be sad for someone......
Hospital.
An Xiaoruo walked into the room silently and looked at the young man's angelic face. The fair cheeks had returned to rosy. An Xiaoruo couldn't help but touch his smooth forehead.
Suddenly, Jing's eyelashes trembled, and An Xiaoruo quickly wanted to take his hand back, but unexpectedly, he was held tightly by a pair of slender, well-defined fingers.
"Jing?" An Xiaoruo whispered Jing's name.
Jing opened his eyes, full of joy and affection: "Ruo'er."
Jing originally wanted to get up, but An Xiaoruo held him down: "Jing, you're not feeling well yet, so you should lie down and rest first."
Jing pushed An Xiaoruo's hand away, sat up and said, "I'm not that weak. I can't get up after two showers."
An Xiaoruo sighed helplessly, and then helped him put the pillow behind Jing's back.
"Idiot, why are you hurting your body like this? Do you know it's not worth it?"
Jing held An Xiaoruo's hand tightly: "It's worth it, everything is worth it for you! What's more, isn't this a blessing in disguise?"
"A blessing in disguise?" An Xiaoruo was confused. He was like this, and it was a blessing in disguise. Could it be that he was soaked in the rain and his brain was abnormal?
Jing looked into her doubtful eyes, as if he knew what she was thinking, and said softly: "At least you remember me now, right?"
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An Xiaoruo suddenly realized that this was what he was referring to. However, An Xiaoruo was unwilling to remember this memory in her heart. If it was not Jing, she would rather be An Zichun, who is carefree and even a bit wretched.
An Zichun.
An Xiaoruo looked at Jing with a complicated expression. He was unwilling to lie to him, but he couldn't help himself to decide the truth, so he treated it as a white lie, a lie told by the twelve nobles for their future.
"What's wrong?" Jing saw something wrong in An Xiaoruo's eyes.
"Only part of the memory has been restored..." An Xiaoruo's voice was as gentle as a warm breeze, making it impossible for anyone to blame her.
Jing was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a bit complicated, but they returned to clear and bright for just a moment: "It doesn't matter, as long as Xiaoruo remembers me."
Subconsciously, Jing still doesn't want Jing to be able to get along with everyone else, so Xiao Ruo won't remember those boys who once wanted to pursue Xiao Ruo.
He is not a saint, nor can he be perfect, nor is he an angel, because he can only be an angel for An Xiaoruo.
Although it was gloomy outside the window, the ward was full of warmth.
A conference room in Shengyu Academy.
"How is An Xiaoruo? Has her memory recovered?" There was no emotion on the face of the beautiful woman in luxurious clothes. Her beautiful face looked like she was only in her twenties.
There were several men in black standing beside him.
The leading man said respectfully: "Master, don't worry, everything is under control."
"Yes." The beautiful woman picked up a cup of steaming coffee on the table and took a sip. Her crimson lips were slightly raised: "By the way, how are Master Bai Yu and An Xiaoruo developing?"
"Master, please take a look." The leading man took out a large stack of photos from his pocket.