After feeding a bowl of rice, Jiang Zhihao asked: "Do you want to eat more?"
Wang Yingjun shook her head slightly: "I won't eat, I'm full."
Jiang Zhihao picked up a tissue, wiped the rice stains on her lips, stood up and started to clear the dishes.
Wang Yingjun leaned against the bedside and quietly watched him working.
Soon after, Jiang Zhihao finished packing, and when he came in again, he had a newly unpacked tablet in his hand.
After connecting the tablet to the power supply and mounting it on the bedside with a gimbal, Jiang Zhihao said: "It's not convenient for you to move around now. If you feel bored, you can read movies, novels, or listen to music. Today's tablets are very smart.
ization, which can complete most of the voice control.”
Wang Yingjun glanced at the tablet, but had no idea of playing with it. She turned to Jiang Zhihao and suddenly asked: "Are you so gentle to every girl?"
Jiang Zhihao paused for a moment, then said: "That's not true."
"So I am a little special to you? Do you like me? Otherwise, why have you been busy with me for so long? Besides you, no one else has come to visit me yet." Wang Yingjun said.
Jiang Zhihao was asked and didn't know how to answer. Wang Yingjun, who had lost his memory, talked a lot more than normal.
She seemed to have forgotten her past misfortune and looked a little lively.
This completely different style made Jiang Zhihao a little uncomfortable.
"Why don't you speak? Are you shy?" Wang Yingjun asked again.
Jiang Zhihao stood up straight and said, "You didn't ask so many questions before. You preferred to be a quiet beautiful girl."
"Then you hate me?" Wang Yingjun asked again.
Jiang Zhihao's head hurt when she asked him, so he could only say: "It's not that I hate it, it's just that I'm a little uncomfortable with it. Maybe I need some time."
"I didn't even say that it takes time to adapt to amnesia. What's so easy for you to adapt to?" Wang Yingjun muttered: "Then you go, I want to watch TV!"
Jiang Zhihao did not hesitate and left the room obediently.
After the door closed, the unhappiness on Wang Yingjun's face and the seemingly lively eyes quickly disappeared.
She looked at the brand new tablet and scanned the furnishings in the room, but she couldn't find any information related to herself.
Her mind went blank. She knew nothing except the things Jiang Zhihao told her and the knowledge that had been deeply ingrained in her instincts.
This possibility is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and can even be said to be a very frightening thing.
What humans fear most is the unknown. When you find that you have forgotten everything and seem to be completely disconnected from the world, how can you maintain a normal mind?
Part of Wang Yingjun's liveliness is due to the new changes, and part of it is because she is afraid but doesn't know how to express it.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao was sitting in the living room with his brows furrowed.
Wang Yingjun lost his memory, which he never expected.
According to the doctor, there is no telling when this kind of amnesia will recover. With good luck, it may take a week, but with bad luck, it may never recover in a lifetime.
If she really loses her past memory forever, what should she do with her?
It's definitely not possible to leave her here without care. Look at her now, entering society without anyone to take care of her, and not being swallowed whole by those scumbags with ulterior motives!
But it is unrealistic for Jiang Zhihao to stay here forever to take care of her.