He lay down with a sigh, and finally turned his eyes, "Yixing, are you afraid of knowing, or do you really think of me as a stranger?"
He called her this, and the last sentence was full of heaviness.
Han Yixing reached out and covered him with the quilt. He didn't look at her. He called her Yixing, and her heart suddenly became choked and uncomfortable.
Stranger, it would be great if she could be so free and easy.
"Have a good rest, you look very bad." After a slight pause, he said, "I'll talk about other things later." [
What does it mean to have forgotten her? How could she not want to know?
When the hand that was tucking him up was about to leave, he grabbed it again, his eyes almost filled with ecstasy.
"Do you know what your words mean? Xing'er means my rebirth." He didn't want to let go for a long time, and just looked at her straight.
"Meng Beichen, do you plan to do this all night? To be honest, I'm very tired. I have to go see Xiaorou. It's time for her to go to bed and she has to go to school tomorrow." Han Yixing kept his body half bent, feeling depressed.
said.
He actually smiled like a child, and while letting her go, he said, "Will you come over again? I can't move very well, maybe at night."
"You want to say that you need someone to take care of you." Han Yixing interrupted him and said directly.
The scratch on his forehead was really caused by her, and it has been covered up now. She always feels guilty in her heart.
Meng Beichen felt slightly embarrassed when she said this, "You really know how to interrupt me now."
"I'll ask Fei Xiluo to come and take care of you."
When she put away the bowl and was about to go out, he immediately grabbed her again and said, "I want you!"
The slightly overbearing voice easily disrupted her pretense of calmness. This sentence was so familiar. It had been so long, so why could she remember the past so clearly?
"Xiao Rou also needs someone to take care of her." She made excuses and just wanted to go out now.
Meng Beichen was stunned and finally speechless. He could no longer compete with his daughter, but he really wanted to hear her admit that she was his daughter.
Han Yixing hid in the kitchen to wash the dishes, his thoughts continuing to be confused. He had forgotten her. Was it amnesia?