Han Qiancheng clenched his fists and stood up. He called one of his subordinates down and asked him to stare at Shen Zhixu while he entered the room and returned to the valley through the secret passage.
In the room, Feng Changling was changing Yan Ruoling's dressing. He turned around when he heard footsteps and saw Han Qiancheng's face looking defeated, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
This man was completely different from the first time he saw him.
I remember that when we first met him, he was confident, proud, and disdainful, but now he is lifeless and has a look of vicissitudes of life on his face.
In this game, he seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact, it was already riddled with holes and at the end of his strength.
Feng Changling looked away and bandaged the wound.
Han Qiancheng came over and asked: "How is it? What can wake her up?"
"have no idea."
Feng Changling packed his medicine box and stood up to leave, but he heard Han Qiancheng say excitedly: "Her eyelids moved."
When Feng Changling heard this, he quickly looked over and found that Yan Ruoling showed signs of waking up.
Not long after, Yan Ruoling opened her eyes with great effort. Her eyes were clean and clear, and she looked at them with a hint of confusion, like a deer that strayed into the forest with a hint of panic.
Han Qiancheng didn't notice it. He held Yan Ruoling's hand and said with a choked voice: "Ling'er, you finally woke up."
Yan Ruoling blinked her eyes, frowned and asked, "Who are you? Do I know you?"
Han Qiancheng's face froze when he heard this. He was stunned for a moment and then reacted. He looked down at Yan Ruoling and asked in a somewhat disbelieving voice: "Ling'er, you...you don't recognize me anymore?"
Yan Ruoling shook her head. She looked around and felt that this place was very strange, so she asked: "Who are you? Where is this place? I...who am I? Why are I here?"
She looked at them blankly and asked a lot of questions.
Han Qiancheng panicked. He grabbed Feng Changling's arm and asked tremblingly, "What's wrong with her?"
Feng Changling stretched out his hand to feel Yan Ruoling's pulse. He withdrew his hand with a serious look on his face and said, "She has lost her memory."
Han Qiancheng's eyes widened: "Amnesia?"
Feng Changling said: "Amnesia is also one of the sequelae of head trauma, but generally this sequelae has a lot to do with the patient's own experience.
The princess lost her memory because memory was too painful for her, so she chose to forget to escape."
Han Qiancheng understood what he meant, that is, Yan Ruoling's amnesia was actually a symbol of her escaping reality.
His heart ached. It turned out that remembering him was a very painful thing for Ling'er, so she chose to forget.
But, how could she forget him?
Han Qiancheng held Yan Ruoling's shoulders, his eyes filled with mist: "Ling'er, have you really forgotten me? I am your Big Brother Han."
Yan Ruoling murmured to herself: "Who is Brother Han?"
The words were like a knife stabbing into Han Qiancheng's heart. He was heartbroken and held her shoulders a little too hard.
Yan Ruoling frowned and said, "You hurt me."
Han Qiancheng hurriedly let go after hearing this. He calmed down a bit and looked at Yan Ruoling, as if he was comforting her and himself: "It's okay, just forget it. From now on, just treat us as... We got to know each other for the first time.
Linger, you have to remember my name, my name is Han Qiancheng, I am your Brother Han and also your...husband."