While everyone was talking, Cheng Haoyu kept looking around, hoping to find some memories from the past in this familiar place.
Zheng Xinyi walked over with a smile and took Cheng Haoyu's arm: "Let's go! Let's go inside and talk."
All the furnishings in the Zheng family's house were unfamiliar to Cheng Haoyu. He never felt that he had been to this place before. He really couldn't find even a trace, which made Cheng Haoyu frown slightly.
"Second brother-in-law, what are you looking at?" Zheng Xinyue handed him a glass of water and asked in confusion.
Cheng Haoyu came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "I didn't see anything."
"Haoyu, luckily you managed to escape with your life this time. Next time, you can't torture my sister like this, otherwise I, Zheng Xinwei, will never let you off easily." Zheng Xinwei warned seriously.
"Yes, yes, yes." Cheng Haoyu nodded repeatedly in response.
Zheng Xinyi rolled her eyes at him and put down the cup in her hand: "Brother, don't blame Haoyu anymore. In fact, he doesn't want this to happen either."
"Look at my sister, she protects Haoyu everywhere in her eyes and heart." Zheng Xinwei said in a half-joking, half-seriously tone.
Zheng Xinyi rolled her eyes at him and said shyly, "Brother, I won't tell you anymore."
Then she pulled Haoyu into the room she used to live in. Standing at the door, Zheng Xinyi pointed at Zheng Xinwei's wheelchair and the crutches beside it. "Haoyu, we made this wheelchair and crutches for him together. When he saw them, he was so excited. We are all the heroes who have helped him achieve such a harmonious relationship with his wife."
Zheng Xinyi longed to use some physical objects to stimulate his memory.
Cheng Haoyu stared at Zheng Xinwei's wheelchair, trying hard to recall, and suddenly some scattered fragments appeared in his mind.
"Haoyu, this is the room I used to live in..." Zheng Xinyi hadn't finished her words when she realized something was wrong with Haoyu. She quickly reached out to support him: "Haoyu, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Cheng Haoyu covered his temples with his hands, with a painful expression: "It's okay, it's just a headache coming back."
"Come, lie here for a while, relax your body and don't think about anything." Zheng Xinyi helped him onto the kang.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while." Cheng Haoyu was afraid that Xinyi would worry, so he responded.
Zheng Xinyi sat beside him and nodded slightly, "It's okay, we're not in a hurry, take your time, and don't push yourself too hard."
That's what she said, but after so long, Cheng Haoyu's memory hasn't improved at all. In the past few days, Zheng Xinyi has been desperately telling him their previous stories and constantly taking him to search for memories. Every time they go to a place, she will try her best to help him recall the past. Her lips are sore from talking, but why is there no improvement at all?
Zheng Xinyi gently covered Cheng Haoyu with the blanket, then looked up at the sky, her brow furrowed as she silently prayed, "Oh God, how long do you want Haoyu to continue losing his memory? What can I do to help him recover his memory? Now, every time Haoyu tries even slightly to recall something, he gets a headache. What should I do? If this continues, how long can we keep this a secret from our family?"
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