Zhiyun sat on the hospital bed, hugging her knee with one hand, her chin resting lightly on it: "I know I have no right to interfere with your personal freedom. I'm sorry to bother you with what I did today... and thank you."
He still didn't respond.
But that look on her, Zhiyun wondered, what on earth was he looking at her for? Was he looking at her because she was beautiful?
Thinking of this, Zhiyun pretended to be frivolous and asked him, "Are you interested in me?"
He suddenly leaned over and pressed towards her.
Zhiyun: “…”
He closed the distance between them, and the fresh breath quickly enveloped her. Zhiyun felt a little dizzy and fell backwards. His arm crossed her waist and hugged her.
When she moved closer to him, Zhiyun froze and said nothing.
"Sister?" His voice was so clear, and there was a bright smile in his eyes, but it was a very faint smile. "Are you my sister in front of me?"
Zhiyun was speechless and did not struggle to break free from his embrace.
"We must know each other." He suddenly said this.
Zhiyun froze again, and just barely reacted, trying to push him away.
But the one who was exerting the most force was the injured arm with the bandage on it. It hurt when she pulled it hard. She grinned, hissed, and frowned: "I don't know you, I don't know you, and you don't know me."
She repeated it several times as if trying to avoid suspicion.
Enduring the pain in her arm, she looked at him with a sharp gaze: "None of us know each other."
"You saw my eyes," he said suddenly.
Zhiyun looked at him silently, not knowing what he meant.
Han Qingrang reached out and gently took her injured hand. "Only I know under what circumstances my pupils will change color, but just now, because of you, I lost my mind. I'm telling you straight up, I've lost part of my memory. You are... someone who existed in this part of my memory, right?"
“…”
You are... the person who existed in this part of my memory, right?
right!
I am your lover!
Zhiyun answered him in her heart.
His voice was gentle, at least not as cold and indifferent to her as before.
Zhiyun's heart was beating wildly. She wanted to pull her hand back, but it hurt. If he didn't let go, she would be the one who suffered in the end if she used brute force.
"cold……"
"You know my name."
"I don't know. I..."
"You still know me a little bit."
"No……"
"When I saw you stuffing money into those men's pockets, the first thing you did was to explain it to me."
"I……"
Han Qingrang stretched out his other hand, clasped her back, and pulled her into his arms.
Zhiyun: “…”
She was so stiff that she didn't know how to react.
Han Qingrang wanted to hold her because he wanted to confirm something in his heart, to confirm that idea, but after hugging her, he realized that he was reluctant to let her go at all.
"Look," he said in a low, cold voice, "I actually don't feel any disgust towards you at all, not at all..."
“It hurts…it hurts…”
She cried out in pain in a whimpering voice.
Han Qingrang let go of her and looked at her hand, "Did it hurt you?"
Zhiyun looked at him carefully, "That's your illusion. We are not familiar with each other, and we don't know each other. It's all an illusion."
"Is it just an illusion..."
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