Although the lips are slightly pale due to illness, Xia Zuo's lips are still very beautiful and attractive.
She grinned her teeth: "You are not afraid of being infected by me."
The doctor smiled and said, "Mr. Nan is in good health, it's okay."
Xia Zuo suddenly had a black line.
"Did you hear it?" Nan Haoxiang raised his eyebrows proudly, like a big boy who got candy, "I won't have anything to do. Do you want to try it?"
His eyes became bolder when he looked at her lips.
Xia Zuo was so scared that he retracted his whole body into the quilt and said softly: "No need!"
Nan Haoxiang couldn't help laughing, his originally sharp facial features also softened. He leaned over and kissed her through the quilt, "You have a rest, I'll buy you dinner."
The doctor holding a stethoscope couldn't help but smile when he saw this warm scene, and he was so sweet that he was a sweet little couple.
When both of them went out, Xia Zuo quietly poked his head out of the quilt and looked out the window. It was as thick as ink. It turned out that she had slept for a day without realizing it. No wonder Nan Haoxiang said he wanted to buy her dinner.
Nan Haoxiang was moving very quickly. He had already ordered his men to buy dinner, for fear of being hungry, not to mention that he was not at ease to let her stay alone in the ward.
"Xia Zuo." He walked into the ward with a thermos filled with hot fried eggs and lean meat porridge. Xia Zuo sat in a daze with his knees in his arms, his usual bright eyes a little lonely.
His heart suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but feel pity, and his tone was even softer: "What's wrong?"
Xia Zuo was stunned for a moment before reacting: "I'm thinking about the memories I've lost."
She put her chin on her knees, like an abandoned doll: "I don't know why, no matter how I think about it, I can't remember what happened last night, and the day of the banquet..."
"Didn't the doctor say this is a sequelae of fever? Don't worry, it will get better."
Xia Zuo shook his head: "But on the day of the banquet, I knew very well that I didn't have a fever, nor did I encounter anything special... I just saw the reporter's flash, my mind went blank, and I couldn't remember anything."
The voice became lower and lower, "I tried to think about whether I had forgotten anything else, and suddenly I found that I couldn't remember many things."
Nan Haoxiang hugged her in his arms with distress: "Be good, don't think about it."
Xia Zuo's voice began to choke, "You don't know, your heart is empty, but you can't find it back. This feeling is so uncomfortable... so uncomfortable..."
Perhaps people who are sick are particularly sad, as strong as Xia Zuo in the past, and they can't help but choke in their throats.
Nan Haoxiang blamed himself even more. If it weren't for him, Xia Zuo wouldn't be so sad now, nor would he lose his memory.
"Baby, it's okay. I can think of you back the lost memories. I will make up for the empty space in my heart..."
Xia Zuo didn't understand why she cared so much about the memories she had lost. Perhaps she had a premonition that this was the beginning of the disaster, and once she fell into it, she would be doomed.