He Rong turned her head away and said, "Get them a peace charm, they're such a worry every day."

The next day, early morning.

Zheng Lin had a dream all night long. In his dream, he was plunged into darkness and could only hear Su Jin constantly calling for help.

He woke up on the bed, sweating profusely.

He glanced at Su Jin on the hospital bed, then went over and moisturized her lips with a cotton swab.

"Wake up quickly," Zheng Lin said, holding her hand and gently stroking her pale lips with a damp cotton swab in his other hand.

"I believe you won't stay asleep forever; you'll wake up, right? Once you wake up, we'll start over."

At this point, Zheng Lin stopped speaking and silently wished he could give you all the little luck he had left. Wake up soon.

Whether it was heaven that heard his prayers or not, Su Jin slowly opened his eyes.

Zheng Lin's eyes lit up, and she excitedly pressed the call button to call the doctor, but the next second, she closed her eyes again.

There was no time to wait for the doctor to take his time. Zheng Lin rushed out and ran down the corridor to the nurses' station to call for help.

The doctor rushed over, examined the patient, and said, "There's nothing seriously wrong. The patient was probably just sleepy and fell asleep again. In a few more days, he can be discharged and go home to recuperate."

Zheng Lin: "..." Feeling sleepy?

Zheng Lin sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at Su Jin's sleeping face, feeling that something was amiss.

So he deliberately left for a moment, opening the door a crack to peek inside.

Sure enough, as soon as he left, Su Jin sat up and started looking around, her expression somewhat innocent.

"Huh?" Su Jin happened to see him too, and was so startled that she immediately burrowed into the blanket, covering her head as well.

This is clearly because she's afraid of him.

That doesn't make sense.

Zheng Lin frowned, worried about her head injury, and immediately came in to stop her, pulling the edge of the blanket, "You still have a head injury, stick your head out."

But Su Jin shrank even tighter, as if she wanted to suffocate herself.

Zheng Lin: "..."

Helpless, he asked, "Why are you wrapped up so tightly?"

"Go away, I don't even know you." Su Jin's voice came from under the covers, soft and muffled.

"What's wrong with you?" Zheng Lin asked, suddenly realizing a terrible possibility when he heard her words.

Five minutes later, the doctor gave a new conclusion: "The patient has amnesia. But don't worry, it's probably due to a violent head injury combined with sudden temporary amnesia after drowning. Family members just need to stay with the patient."

...

Seven days later, Su Jin was discharged from the hospital.

Bedroom in Jinxiangyueting Villa.

Su Jin sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror. Her long, smooth hair reached her waist, and her face was pretty, but the gauze was not very aesthetically pleasing, giving her a sickly beauty.

Even his palms and feet were wrapped in gauze separately.

The doctor said she suffered from temporary amnesia due to stress.

Just now, there was a flashy-looking man named Assistant Gao who said she was already married and had a husband.

—The man who had been taking care of her at the hospital was named Zheng Lin.

She didn't see Zheng Lin clearly at first glance.

At that time, her mind was blank, and she didn't know anyone, but after seeing her clearly, she liked her at first sight.

In the hospital, she could look at his face for half an hour, and just looking at him made her eat more.

He didn't talk to her much about what happened in the past; it seemed like he didn't really want to talk about it.

She waved to her reflection in the mirror, "Hello, Su Jin."

At this moment, Zheng Youguo came to find Zheng Lin and immediately launched into a tirade of abuse.

“I couldn’t say anything when your mother was here that day, but she’s gone today, so I finally have time to give you a good scolding.” Zheng Youguo pointed at Zheng Lin and said, “How many times have I told you to coax Xiao Jin back home to live? Did you coax her? That’s one thing, but as someone else’s husband, you can’t even protect your own wife. There are so many enemies outside, only our manor is the safest place.”

“Dad is right,” Zheng Lin said. “I’ll take Xiao Jin back when she’s feeling better. Right now, she can’t adapt to so many strangers all at once.”

After Zheng Youguo left, Zheng Lin went back to his room to visit Su Jin.

Since Su Jin lost her memory, her memories of herself only remain from when she was eighteen years old.

It is said that Su Jin, at eighteen, had not experienced much in life, so she appeared immature and naive.

"You can ask me anything you want to know," Zheng Lin said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Someone just said you're my husband." Su Jin, barefoot, jumped onto the bed, crawled from one end to the other, and approached Zheng Lin.

She was as lively as a kitten, and suddenly hugged her husband from behind, her arms around his neck.

She liked this husband very much; she liked him at first sight.

After taking a second look, I couldn't help but admire my own taste. No wonder she found such a handsome husband!

A smile appeared on Zheng Lin's face. "Yes, I am your husband."

After he finished speaking, he was kissed on the cheek.

It was a soft, sweet kiss, and I could almost smell the milk. —She had just drunk milk again.

From the first time I met her, I knew she loved drinking milk. She would drink milk when she was nervous, and she would also like to take a few sips when she was bored.

Zheng Lin sat there motionless, his ears already tinged with a light pink.

He really liked how Xiao Jin clung to him; at least for now, all he could see in her eyes was affection.

Su Jin pecked his ear again.

A hint of emotion flickered in Zheng Lin's eyes, and he felt a tingling sensation spread from his ears to his back.

He instantly pinned Su Jin to the bed, pressed down on her shoulders, and looked down at her: "Do you know how dangerous it is to kiss just any man?"

"What does it matter? You're not some other man, you're my husband." Su Jin smiled sweetly, looking innocent and naive. "I kissed you because I like you. Do you like me?"

Ten years ago, when the two were together, Xiao Jin had never acted so coquettishly.

Zheng Lin thought he would hate girls acting cute, but Xiao Jin's cuteness softened a part of his heart.

Su Jin pursued him back then, following him around after school like a little shadow.

Until one rainy day, Su Jin walked towards him with an umbrella and gave him half of it.

The girl smiled radiantly, yet with a hint of mischief. "If no one's coming to pick you up, I will. If you shared half of my umbrella, you're mine."

She suddenly leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling, and winked at him twice. "Zheng Lin, I really like you."

This was the first time Zheng Lin had heard Su Jin say she liked him, but he glanced at her with a flustered look in his eyes before running into the car that had come to pick him up.

Later, Su Jin said she liked him many times, but he didn't dare to say it.

Later, Su Jin chased after the new transfer student, but Zheng Lin could no longer see Su Jin. Feeling resentful, he blocked Su Jin's way home.