Tsk, even with amnesia, he's still quite clever.

Bai Wei's lips twitched, and she said with disdain, "Why are you speaking so rudely?"

Yang Qingheng pushed open the door and heard just that sentence, and her heart, which had jumped into her throat, suddenly returned to her stomach.

When Bai Wei saw her come in, she quickly stood up, gave her a barely perceptible look around, and smiled politely: "Since you're here, I'll leave this place to you."

Yang Qingheng nodded gratefully: "Thank you for your trouble. You must be frightened today. Go back and rest. I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Bai Wei glanced at her thoughtfully, then gave Song Hengjue a disdainful look.

To be honest, Song Hengjue may not be good at much else, but he has a good eye for talent.

Song Hengjue stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him, his mind like an old, dilapidated clock, seemingly lost in thought, his thin lips pressed into a straight line with tension.

"Does your head hurt?" Yang Qingheng reached out to touch his head to get a better look, but the man dodged her hand.

She finally noticed something was wrong and frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"Who are you?" Song Hengjue's fingers unconsciously dug into the sheet beneath him, creating wrinkles.

Yang Qingheng felt a chill run down her spine and rushed outside in a panic: "Doctor?"

Two minutes later, staring at the doctor's opening and closing mouth, a sharp pain shot through her temple: "You mean, he only has the memories of a seventeen-year-old?"

The doctor patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "You don't need to be so pessimistic. This is the best possible outcome. Once the blood clot in your brain disappears, there is still hope for you to regain your memory."

It's a miracle that someone survives a car accident.

In other words, it's possible that it can't be recovered? Yang Qingheng wasn't comforted at all. She pinched the bridge of her nose, hoping that this was just a dream.

In just one day, my boyfriend became a minor?

What a terrible thing!

"A light diet is best; the most important thing now is to help the patient recover." The doctor, accustomed to life and death, wasn't particularly moved. He gave this instruction and went about his business.

Song Hengjue watched Yang Qingheng purse her lips and remain silent, looking uneasy. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the bed sheet, and there were faint pink bloodstains under her fingernails.

He opened his mouth only to find his voice terribly hoarse: "What...is our relationship?"

Yang Qingheng stared into his clear eyes, a sense of guilt rising in her heart.

Waking up to find yourself suddenly aged so much from being a minor is bad enough, but to suddenly have a girlfriend who's so much older than you is pretty scary, isn't it?

After hesitating for a moment, he told the truth: "I am your ex-wife."

"Ex...ex-wife?" Song Hengjue's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died, and he almost collapsed.

So not only did he marry Yang Qingheng, but she also abandoned him?

Song Hengjue felt like slapping himself twice, heartbroken and with a stuffy nose.

He never expected that he would be the one to divorce her. After all, in Song Hengjue's heart, even being with Yang Qingheng was a luxury, so how could he be willing to divorce her?

Sure enough, he disliked her because she was too old.

Seeing his heartbroken expression, Yang Qingheng suddenly felt a surge of anger. She grabbed his ear and gritted her teeth, saying, "What, you still despise me? Let me tell you, not only are you divorced from me, but you're also my boyfriend now."

What an expression! If she weren't considerate of his injury, she would have loved to teach him a lesson.

Looking at Song Hengjue's miserable state with his head covered in bandages, she couldn't bear to provoke him any further and said helplessly, "If you're not used to it, we can break up first, and then we can get back together once you regain your memory."

Even Yang Qingheng herself didn't realize that when she said those words, her heart sank, and her lowered eyelashes concealed the deep disappointment in her eyes.