She was startled and rushed in, only to find Song Hengjue sitting on the ground, holding his head, looking dazed and confused from the fall.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly helped him up: "Where did you fall? Does your head hurt?"

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his eyes sweeping over Fang Nan seemingly casually, very alert, as if he were seriously sizing up his opponent. He looked bewildered and buried his head in Yang Qingheng's arms, saying awkwardly, "I need to go to the toilet."

The man looked so nervous, like a child who had made a mistake. Yang Qingheng pinched the bridge of her nose and helped him up: "Next time something like this happens, tell me first. You're a patient right now."

Does she see him as a rival in love?

Fang Nan was struck dumb by Song Hengjue's provocative gaze. His lips twitched, and he felt like he hadn't been this speechless in a long time.

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

I really wanted to tell her that Song Hengjue only had a head injury, his legs weren't crippled, and his hands were intact, so there was no need to worry about things like going to the toilet.

"I... I can do it myself." Song Hengjue saw the woman follow him in, her head steaming.

Yang Qingheng retorted playfully, her voice barely audible, "If you hadn't come yourself, would I have..."

Meeting Song Hengjue's clear gaze, she awkwardly shut her mouth.

At that moment, she felt like a lewd old auntie, her morality taking a massive hit. Embarrassed, she walked outside, closing the door behind her.

Help...what?

Song Hengjue was so embarrassed that his fingers trembled uncontrollably as he tried to undo the belt. He was so excited that he tried several times but couldn't get it off.

How could she say such a thing?

Yang Qingheng's straightforwardness shocked Song Hengjue, once again refreshing his impression of her. However, it is undeniable that he could accept her in any form, even if she was different from the one in his memory.

He loved her, not just the image of her in his memories, but everything about her, every stage of her life.

Song Hengjue never knew that his feelings for Yang Qingheng were so intense. He had no doubt that even in his twilight years, he would still kiss her forehead with devotion every morning.

Yang Qingheng was unaware that the person in the restroom was lost in thought, even starting to plan for their retirement. She quickly and efficiently tidied up all the household items in the ward.

The doctor said he could go home and rest. Besides, she was busy with Song Hengjue's company every day and had to go out from time to time. She was always worried about leaving Song Hengjue alone in the hospital. It was better for him to go home, at least he would have a nanny to take care of him, and she would feel much more at ease.

When Song Hengjue finally came out, everything was already packed.

"What do you want to say?" Yang Qingheng turned around and saw him looking hesitant.

"By the way, who was that Nan just now?" Song Hengjue looked away and asked casually, then added, afraid that she might misunderstand and get angry, "I don't have any problem with him, I was just asking casually. If you don't want to say, then don't."

"Oh, you're still acting all coy even with amnesia. Looks like you've always been like this," Yang Qingheng looked him up and down and teased him. "He's your high school classmate, now working as your secretary. He's probably the person you trust the most. You can't trust anyone else, but you can absolutely trust him."

He trusted her the most.

Song Hengjue thought to himself, following closely behind her as they headed outside: "I don't remember knowing him in high school. Also, if he was close to me, why didn't he talk to me when he came in?" Instead, he was quite enthusiastic towards her and even whispered something to her behind her back.

"What do you think?" Yang Qingheng turned around and snorted coldly.

With his mouth, he could make anyone angry every day. It's no wonder Fang Nan would give him the time of day.

If it weren't for the fact that he was bleeding profusely and looked pitiful, Fang Nan would have deliberately retaliated and mocked him mercilessly.

As for why he doesn't know Fang Nan, he's a new friend he made after his rebirth; it would be strange if he did.

Yang Qingheng didn't explain why he didn't remember Fang Nan, and Song Hengjue attributed it to another memory problem.

But hearing her cold snort, he felt uneasy. He pursed his lips and remained silent, looking sullen like a primary school student, making one wonder if his memory went back to seventeen, or even to seven.

Yang Qingheng felt that strange feeling again. Song Hengjue's emotions were too unstable, which always reminded her of the medicine bottle she had seen at Song Hengjue's house before.

Even without him saying anything, she could guess what it was; it was probably some kind of psychotropic drug.

I plan to ask Fang Nan tonight.

"Is this our home?" Song Hengjue looked at the detached villa in front of him, somewhat dazed.

He had always heard that he had a company before he lost his memory, but he didn't really understand it. The house in front of him made him feel more directly that he seemed to be living a pretty good life.

Yang Qingheng read the medicine aloud and casually replied. She then brought him a bath towel and a set of clothes from the dressing room: "Take advantage of the midday heat and the warm weather, and take a shower first."

It was cool at night, and she wasn't fully recovered from her illness, so she couldn't let him get wet.

Song Hengjue accepted it.

Seeing his dazed look, Yang Qingheng was still worried, so she simply prepared the bath water for him, told him which side was cold water and which side was hot water, and told him where to put his clothes.

Song Hengjue watched the woman's lips move, his heart trembling slightly.

Everything was going smoothly until nightfall, when the atmosphere became strange.

In the hospital, the two of them were in a ward, each with their own bed, so there was no question of whether they should sleep together. But now Yang Qingheng has to think about it.

Looking at the big bed in front of her, she had slept with Song Hengjue last week, so they should have slept together.

But then I thought of Song Hengjue's clear eyes...

Yang Qingheng shuddered, went to the guest room to get a quilt, made it up and went to find Song Hengjue, only to find the man already lying on the bed they had used last week.

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