Shijun stood quietly in front of the ward window, his eyes staring straight at the distant sky through the glass of the window. His eyes did not seem to be resting on the scenery outside the window, but were deeply immersed in the long journey of pursuing lost memories. The physical wounds have gradually healed, but the lack of memory has shrouded his heart like a thick haze for a long time.
"Shijun." Wen Qing's soft voice sounded softly behind him. He slowly turned around and his eyes met hers. She slowly walked towards him, stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his waist, and gently buried her head in his broad chest. A complex emotion flashed across his eyes for an instant. However, he instinctively pushed her away gently and turned his back to her, the pain on his face like a tide that could not be concealed.
"Shijun, what's wrong with you? I'm your wife." Wen Qing's voice revealed her inner loss, like fallen leaves in autumn, full of desolation and loneliness. She had naively thought that if Shijun lost his memory, he would be able to forget that woman and rely on her wholeheartedly. However, he felt strange to her at this moment.
"Wenqing, I know you are my wife." Shijun turned around, his eyes filled with pain, "However, if the haze of my memory has not dissipated, how could I respond to you wholeheartedly? Feelings."
Wen Qing stared at Shijun, his voice trembling: "If those lost memories can never be found again, will you always close your heart and reject my feelings? " < /p>
Shijun held her shoulders tightly, his voice full of sincerity: "Wenqing, please don't be so desperate. Please give me some time to retrieve those lost memories, okay?" < /p>
Wenqing's patience has now been exhausted, and she must know that Shijun will never be able to regain the deep love of the past. Once upon a time, Shijun was willing to devote all his enthusiasm and sincerity to her, but she chose to leave. When they met again, Shijun already had Fang Yuyan's image in his heart. Perhaps it was her inner reluctance that was at work, but she always felt that what Fang Yuyan had should belong to her. This obsession is like a demon, constantly driving her to try to get Shijun to come back to her. A drop of clear tears slowly slid down her cheek.
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Shijun stared at the falling teardrops, and the pain in his heart surged like a flood that burst a dam. He gently wiped away her tears and slowly held her in his arms, his tone full of self-blame: "Wen Qing, I'm sorry, it was me who made you endure such pain."
The door of the ward opened quietly, and Yujun and Xiaoyan walked into the ward. A warm smile filled Yujun's face. He stared at Shijun and said, "Brother Jun, the doctor just told us that your body has recovered and you can be discharged from the hospital."
See Shijun recovered and Yujun and Xiaoyan were sincerely happy for him. Recalling the moment when Shijun couldn't even recognize himself, Yujun's worry was like a heavy dark cloud, weighing him down.Out of breath. However, at this moment, all worries disappeared like smoke, and Shijun successfully overcame that difficulty.
However, Yujun did not show any joy because he knew that Yuyan's condition was as critical as a candle in the wind. He kept in mind the details revealed by Shijun before. Yu Yan's life may have been like a leaf in the wind, with not much left. He understood that Shijun must have a profound reason for having such an idea.
Although Shijun seems to have forgotten Yuyan in his heart at this moment, once his memory is reawakened, he will face the pain of losing Yuyan, which will be a nightmare more cruel than losing his memory. .