The door opened, and a slender figure walked towards him against the light.
I couldn't see her face clearly, only her warm aura.
She approached.
His eyes were bright, reflecting his disheveled state.
She didn't say anything.
Her fingertips, warm with touch, gently brushed against his bandaged forehead.
A weak electric current pierced through the numb ice layer.
"Don't be afraid, Huaiye," her voice was as light as a feather, "It will be alright, I will always be with you."
In the chaos, something seemed to have been pried open.
The image freezes on Yan Ning's sly smile.
In the sunlight, Yan Ning handed him a string of bright red candied hawthorns.
"Hey, Young Master Xie, don't keep that long face, try this!"
The glistening sugar coating reflected in her bright, sparkling eyes.
"A cheerful disposition brings good fortune."
Xie Huaiye took it as if possessed, his fingertips accidentally brushing against hers.
That slight tingling sensation for a moment.
More thrilling than any adventure.
They are all more clearly imprinted deep in my memory.
"Huaiye, come back soon."
That familiar and pleasant voice.
Like a warm tide.
Enveloped him gently yet firmly.
They lifted him up forcefully from the depths of his memory.
"Beep beep".
The electrocardiogram monitor suddenly went off.
Xie Huaiye's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
My vision blurred for a few seconds.
The focus was on the stark white light overhead.
"son!"
Ren Xuelan rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down her face, "You're awake! You're finally awake! You scared your mother to death!"
"mom……"
Xie Huaiye's voice was dry and hoarse.
Ren Xuelan froze, then burst into joy: "You...you called me Mom? You remembered? Son, you remembered, didn't you?"
"Has my son remembered? Please check!"
She excitedly grabbed Director Wang's sleeve.
Director Wang also breathed a sigh of relief, his face beaming with smiles:
"That's wonderful! Mr. Xie, congratulations on regaining your memory! It's a miracle!"
Xie Huaiye's gaze swept over his mother, who was crying tears of emotion beside the bed.
He glanced at Director Wang, who was relieved.
Scanning the room full of people...
But that figure was nowhere to be seen.
It felt like something had hollowed out my heart.
He moved his chapped lips with difficulty.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of urgency:
"Where is Yan Ning? Where is she...?"
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