"Sister, are you still telling me stories today?" Binbin looked at Xiao Yuhan expectantly. He couldn't understand the sister in front of him. How could they say she had amnesia? What is amnesia? She didn't have it either.
After all, she is still the same beautiful sister. Binbin was full of questions, but she didn't dare to ask her father, because his father had been gloomy since his sister became ill.
"Okay, have I often told you stories before?" Xiao Yuhan liked this cute child very much.
"Yes, you often help me with my homework and teach me the principles of life. Sister, do you really not remember anything?" Binbin raised his little face and looked at Xiao Yuhan in confusion.
"Yes, although sister has forgotten some important things, her love for you will never change." Xiao Yuhan stroked Binbin's head and said lovingly.
"Sister, please get well soon, I still like you the way you are," Binbin said with anticipation.
"What was my sister like before?" Xiao Yuhan asked with a smile.
"My sister used to be lively, cheerful, beautiful, and smiled every day. But now my sister is always frowning and not happy at all." Binbin pursed her lips.
"Then do you still like sister?" Xiao Yuhan asked with concern.
"Well, dad also likes my sister. He said he will marry you in the future. What should I call you then?" Binbin looked thoughtful.
"As long as you like it, I don't mind calling you whatever sister you want." Xiao Yuhan was thinking in her heart that if her memory could not be restored and she could not accept Ouyang Hao, would they still have a future? Waiting blindly would be very difficult for Ouyang Hao.
It's unfair. Should I always live here and stay with him? Xiao Yuhan has always been conflicted in her heart and has been engaged in ideological struggle.
Ouyang Hao outside the door has been observing Xiao Yuhan, and his girl fell into deep thought again. All along, Ouyang Hao was afraid of bringing pressure to Xiao Yuhan, and tried not to mention sensitive topics. Many times he stayed by her side silently.
, chatting about some topics that she was more interested in. Unless she caused the topic, he would lead and talk about some of their happy times in the past. Only he knew the depression in Ouyang Hao's heart, but he never showed it in front of others. On the contrary, it made people think that he was
I am more optimistic and stronger than before. Who knows the sadness behind the smiling face.
Ouyang Hao quietly withdrew and came to the study with heavy steps. He lit a cigarette and immersed himself in the smoke. He coughed quietly. He didn't want Xiao Yuhan to hear it, let alone him.
Worried. He has never been able to figure out who wanted to harm the girl. According to the police afterwards, according to the on-site investigation, it was found that the perpetrator committed the murder deliberately. He really couldn't figure out who the kind-hearted girl had offended, and actually wanted to kill her.
Where was she when she died? If the murderer knew that the girl was not dead, would the tragedy happen again? He had been worried and afraid in his heart. He could no longer let the girl encounter any danger, so he gave an order to Ye.
In order to find the perpetrator, he also appointed a reliable candidate to protect Xiao Yuhan's safety secretly, which can be said to be nip in the bud. Of course, Xiao Yuhan cannot know this, otherwise it will definitely cause unnecessary panic. He silently endures everything
, responsible for everything. Every day, Ouyang Hao silently hopes that Xiao Yuhan can regain her memory and her previous smile as soon as possible. Sometimes he even thinks that if time passes, he will never let her go home alone, alone.
"Hao, cough, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Xiao Yuhan pushed open the study door and saw Ouyang Hao smoking a cigarette in the dark, and asked uneasily.
"Oh, it's nothing. Don't come in, I'll choke you." Ouyang Hao quickly put out the cigarette he had just lit, and unknowingly he had smoked half a pack of cigarettes.
He turned on the air conditioner to discharge the dirty air in the room.
He closed the door of the study room, put his arm around Xiao Yuhan's waist, and returned to the bedroom. Xiao Yuhan seemed to have gotten used to the situation of the two of them being in the same room again. Although she was only held in Ouyang Hao's arms, she could feel that he was full of lust.
She hid it deeply. She knew that Ouyang Hao would not force her to do something she didn't want to do before she recovered her memory, although she knew that they had a very close relationship.