Just as Xia Yucheng was about to speak, Feng Hao stopped her: "Don't say it, it won't be effective."
Wuyue suddenly covered her mouth, realizing that she had asked the wrong question. She rolled her big round eyes and giggled.
"Okay, let's cut the cake and have dinner!" Xia Yucheng picked up the cake-cutting knife and cut it in one go.
Her memory is short, so she doesn't know if she has ever had such a lively birthday before. If she continues like this and cannot recover her memory, she may not remember today by this time next year.
She didn't want Feng Hao to see her emotional fluctuations, so she still kept a smile and cut the cake and distributed it to everyone. Finally, she cut a piece and put it on a plate and handed it to Feng Hao.
"Thank you, husband!" She suddenly took the plate back, took a bite of the cake on the plate, and then handed it to Feng Hao again.
Feng Hao smiled softly and didn't mind, just using her hand to eat the delicious cake he carefully made for her.
The two of them were eating a plate of cake one bite at a time, their eyes always staring at each other affectionately.
May held the plate in her hand, raised her head to look at her father, then turned to look at her mother, and suddenly shouted: "Dad, mom, I'm here, I'm here."
She saw that her parents were not looking at her, and she became a little anxious.
Feng Hao lowered his head and said with a smile: "I see you."
He bent down and picked her up. In May, he leaned over and took a bite of the cake on the plate held by Xia Yucheng. The cream stuck to her nose.
"I also want to eat cake with my mother." She didn't realize it, and there was a big white circle on her pouted mouth.
"Little cat..." Xia Yucheng looked at her and couldn't help but smile happily.
No matter what, this is a birthday that she should try her best to remember.
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The car was driving in the night, Tong Leya was driving, and Xia Mingyou, who had drunk some wine, was sitting next to her.
She was a little absent-minded several times and missed the intersection where she was supposed to turn, but Xia Mingyou remained silent and said nothing, letting her drive the car in circles on the highway.
"Don't you want to go home yet?" Xia Mingyou asked when he missed an intersection again.
"..."
"Are you worried?" Seeing that she didn't speak, he became a little curious. Isn't this a girl who often calls herself an optimist? Why does she look a little melancholy?
"Uncle, do you know? I saw you and Yu Cheng talking in the garden."
"Um!"
When he was talking to Xia Yucheng, Tong Leya was teaching Wuyue how to play the piano. From the floor-to-ceiling window, she could just see the garden.
"You don't seem to be talking about official business?"
"Yeah!" Xia Mingyou's expression changed and became heavy.
"Can you tell me what happened? Because when Yu Cheng made a wish to eat longevity noodles, your expression didn't look happy. Are you worried about her?" Tong Leya asked with concern.
"Lele, drive carefully!" Xia Mingyou said in a deep voice, then leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. He was really confused and worried. That painful treatment sounded so cruel.
Feng Hao once told him that Xia Yucheng's amnesia sometimes caused her severe headaches.
He couldn't imagine how his precious girl would endure it if the pain she endured in the operating room was dozens of times or a hundred times more severe than a headache.