Nan Zhi stared at the man lying on the bed. He looked extremely frail and tired, but looked like a still lake as well, like nothing would be able to agitate his emotions once more.
She must have really loved him in the past. If not, why was her heart in so much pain?
It felt like an invisible hand had grabbed her heart tightly, so much that she had difficulty breathing.
She felt choked, her eyes stingy as her tears fell uncontrollably and hit his face. Panicking, she reached out to wipe them away. "If you receive treatment properly, you will recover. I'm sure of it. Your hallucinations will disappear and you will not hit me."
He did not say anything, his eyes extremely calm.
Nan Zhi jumped into his arms with teary eyes, burying her face into his chest.
"Don't you have to recover before you bring me to find my memories back?" Her tears soaked the material at his chest.