After returning to her room, Yan Ning quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

She stretched, pushed open the door, and walked into the dining room.

Xie Huaiye was sitting at the dining table by the window.

The gentle morning light outlined the contours of his profile.

His slender fingers held the white porcelain spoon, slowly and methodically stirring the milk.

The air was filled with the warm aroma of toast and coffee.

Xie Huaiye looked up when he heard the sound.

His deep gaze fell on Yan Ning.

A beautiful smile naturally curved her lips: "Good morning, Yan Ning."

"Good morning," Yan Ning replied.

Pull out the chair opposite him and sit down.

A glance swept across his calm, expressionless face, and a hint of doubt surfaced in my mind:

"You... just regained your memories, shouldn't you rest a little longer?"

She remembered that the doctor said yesterday that he needed to rest and be observed.

Xie Huaiye put down his spoon.

Pick up a slice of golden-brown toast and rub off a few crumbs with your fingertips.

"The smell of disinfectant in the emergency room."

He frowned slightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memory:

"It smells too strong, and it gets stuffy after a while. It's much more comfortable here."

He paused, then added, "Director Wang also said that I should go out more often to get some fresh air, as it will be good for my brain recovery."

"Oh, I see." Yan Ning nodded.

She picked up the glass of milk in front of her, which was at just the right temperature, and sipped it slowly.

The warm liquid slid down my throat.

It dispelled the last bit of coolness in the early morning.

“By the way,” Xie Huaiye’s voice rang out again.

With a slightly casual question, she asked, "After dinner, would you like to come for a walk with me? And while we're at it... let's go see Xiao Zhuo."

He looked up and his gaze fell on Yan Ning's face.

“I didn’t tell him about his amnesia, but this kid has been calling my phone non-stop, insisting on seeing me.”

Go see Xiaozhuo...

Yan Ning nodded almost without hesitation, meeting Xie Huaiye's gaze: "Okay."

After finishing breakfast, the two walked out of the hospital gate one after the other.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world and the scent of plants instantly rushed towards me.

The city is just waking up.

The leaves of the roadside trees shone bright green in the morning light, and the dew was still glistening.

The air was refreshingly cool.

Inhaling it into your lungs feels like it can cleanse away all the turbidity.

They walked side by side along a quiet, tree-lined path next to the hospital.

Their pace unconsciously tends to be consistent.

Xie Huaiye deliberately slowed down his pace to accommodate Yan Ning.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

The light cast dancing spots on them.

The initial tranquility was quickly broken.

Several young girls who were jogging together came running from the opposite direction.

His gaze swept over them casually, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

One of the girls covered her mouth in disbelief, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement:

"Oh my god... Look! Isn't that... Yan Ning and Xie Huaiye?!"

"Where? Where? Ah! It really is them!"

Another girl immediately and excitedly took out her phone and snapped two photos:

Wow! He's a million times better looking in person than on variety shows! Xie Huaiye is so handsome!

"Why are they taking a walk together so early in the morning?"

The third girl lowered her voice, her eyes gleaming with gossip, "Could it be... that something's going on behind the scenes after the show is over?"

"I don't know! But look at them walking together, they're a perfect match!"

The girl who discovered it first stomped her foot excitedly, "Ahhh! That's practically my ship has come true!"

"Speaking of which, when is the fourth episode of their variety show finally going to air? I'm getting impatient!"

"That's right! Quick, take pictures!"

Yan Ning subconsciously tensed her back.

His steps became somewhat stiff, and he only dared to stare at the ground a few steps ahead.

A kind of restless heat mixed with embarrassment and discomfort.

It crept up to her ear.

"Ha ha……"

A soft chuckle came from beside me.

Xie Huaiye turned his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against Yan Ning's earlobe.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was very low, only she could hear it, and it carried a clear smile:

"Now that you're a celebrity, is there so much pressure for you to come out for a walk with me?"

A warm breath brushed against my sensitive earlobe.

Yan Ning's heart skipped a beat.

It felt like being brushed by a feather, both itchy and numb.

She quickly turned her head and glared at Xie Huaiye.

With a hint of embarrassment and annoyance at being exposed, her voice lacked confidence:

"What celebrity... It's just a variety show appearance. Who will remember him once the hype dies down?"

She paused, her gaze sweeping over his handsome, sharply defined face.

Deliberately throwing the question back at me, "Besides, when it comes to popularity, isn't your face more attractive than mine?"

Xie Huaiye raised an eyebrow.

Far from being annoyed, they seemed to have heard something interesting.

He raised his hand and waved it with an air of importance.

He looked like he didn't dare accept the honor.

"Master Yan, you are mistaken."

He drew out his words, his smile deepening, and a glint of light flickering in his eyes:

"You deserve 90% of the credit for the variety show's success."

"Fortune telling, ghost hunting, and breaking deadlocks—which of these doesn't rely on your ability to turn the tide?"

He leaned slightly closer.

The voice carried a lazy yet deliberately self-deprecating tone, "And me? At most, I'm just... well, a human backdrop? Or maybe."

He uttered two words softly, with a hint of mockery, "vase."

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