Xiaoyan lost control of her emotions, tears bursting out of her eyes, she turned around and ran out of the ward. Seeing this, Yu Jun quickly caught up and held her arm tightly, with a hint of worry in his voice: "Xiaoyan, where are you going?"
"I want to find Brother Jun. He must be told about Sister Yuyan's condition," Xiao Yan replied in tears.
"No, you can't do this." Yu Jun stopped her decisively.
"Why not?" Xiaoyan's face was filled with confusion, and tears fell silently from her cheeks like broken beads. "Sister Yuyan is already so seriously ill. What are you still worried about? "
"Brother Jun's memory has disappeared, and there is no shadow of Yu Yan in his world." There was a hint of helplessness in Yu Jun's voice.
Xiaoyan backed away slightly, with tears in his eyes, and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Then how should we deal with it? If Brother Jun's memory is restored, but he learns that Sister Yuyan has passed away, How should he face this cruel reality and calm down the pain and sadness in his heart? Is his heart strong enough to bear this heavy blow?
Yujun knew that Xiaoyan's worries were not real. He came out of thin air because he understood how deep Shijun's feelings were for Yuyan. If Shijun learns about Yuyan's death, it will undoubtedly be a heavy blow.
""Xiao Yan, give me a moment, can you? " Yujun gently touched Xiaoyan's shoulder, his tone full of sincerity. "I will try my best to communicate with him. "
Xiaoyan shook her head gently, with tears in her eyes: "It's not that I don't want to give you time, it's Sister Yuyan's body..." She covered her face with her hands, tears in her eyes. She fell silently from Jun's arms.
Yujun hugged her tightly, feeling like a knife.
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Shijun looked around at everything at home, with complex emotions surging in his heart. Everything at home seemed familiar, but at the same time, it seemed strange and distant. At this moment, his eyes fell on the dining table, as if he had seen it before. Traveling through time and space, I returned to that warm evening.
A familiar figure walked lightly, holding a fragrant meal in his hand, and placed it gently on the dining table. The smile was so familiar, warm and friendly. It was like sunshine shining on a cold winter day, making people feel extremely warm. She raised her head, with a gentle light shining in her eyes, and whispered softly: "After eating, you should wash your hands first. "
Shijun stared at her, trying to capture every detail of her. The face seemed strange and familiar at the same time, like a face hidden in the fog, making it elusive. However, just before Shijun, When he wanted to take a closer look, the figure disappeared like morning mist, leaving him standing alone in the empty restaurant, his heart filled with endless regret.
Shijun's eyes were filled with despair. Turning towards the sofa, that figure miraculously appeared in his sight again. She stood quietly.Beside the sofa, she walked towards him gracefully and slowly, with her hands behind her back. There was a faint smile on her face, as if there was a kind of magical power. She ordered softly: "Close your eyes first. I will count to three before you open them. One, two, three." Shijun followed her instructions and slowly opened his eyes. However, the figure appeared again. Disappearing in the air, it seems like a dreamlike encounter.
Shijun gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart. A staggering step almost made him lose his balance. He held the dining table next to him tightly and tried his best to stabilize his body, determined not to succumb to this moment of weakness.
"Shijun, what happened to you?" Wen Qing stepped out of the steaming bathroom and walked towards Shijun. She caught the pained expression on his face and felt a pang of worry in her heart. Reach out and hold his arm, giving him comfort and support.
"Are you still troubled by the past?" Wen Qing asked softly. Shijun turned his head slightly, an unspeakable helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head gently.
Wen Qing walked up to Shijun, stared into his eyes and said, "Don't dwell on the past anymore. You can't remember those things anymore, just let them pass with the wind. We should Focus on our future. Shijun, I really hope that you can love me as you did before." As she said this, she snuggled into his arms gently.