He immediately stepped forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice anxious: "What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"
I stopped and shook my head: "No, I just want to remember everything and everything will be fine."
"Really..." His voice was so low that I couldn't hear it clearly.
Song Heng sometimes wondered whether he wanted Chen Shuang to remember him or not. It was just like the cup of poisoned wine a long time ago, which made him feel conflicted and hesitant.
The days now are so beautiful, like the golden light shining all over the ground outside the window.
But the sun will set and the sunlight will disappear. He is afraid that in the end the ground will be completely dark and he will no longer be able to see the way he came or the way ahead.
So he asked Chen Shuang if she was willing to be a light for him.
Even when the sun sets and night falls, if there is someone holding a lamp by your side, you will no longer be afraid of the unknown and darkness.
"I'll remember everything." Song Heng touched my head and smiled like the warm sunshine in March and the spring sunshine in April.
But when I looked at the corners of his mouth, I felt a hint of December coolness.
I subconsciously snuggled into his arms, wrapping my arms around him, greedily inhaling the familiar scent of ambergris on him. "Sometimes, it's better to drink and enjoy the day, so what?"
He stiffened for a moment, and I continued, "My heart is pounding. Even if my memory returns, will I get a new heart?"
Song Heng's hand was hanging in the air. I knew he was still hesitating. I was determined in my heart, so I suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.
He was stunned for a moment, then put his arms around me, pulled away a little, and looked a little blurry: "Shuang'er, are you sure?"
I looked at him and kissed him again without saying a word.
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