"Xiao Zhan, you're awake!"
Mu Anhan was immersed in the joy of his awakening and didn't notice his aloofness.
She held his hand tightly; if it weren't for the injury on his head, she would have hugged him at once.
"Why am I here?" Gu Xiaozhan felt puzzled.
Mu Anhan: "..."
Her inner world collapsed; could it be that he has amnesia?
It's known that the prefrontal lobe's function includes memory.
In her heart, she completely hoped he wouldn't have amnesia, but no one can control damage to the prefrontal lobe.
"You were injured, took a bullet to the head, don't you remember?" Mu Anhan felt a bit worried.
"I don't remember." Gu Xiaozhan wanted to move but found it was extremely painful.
"Do you remember who I am?" She asked this question, her heart filled with unease.
Would this man, who loves her the most, forget about her?
That man who cherished her in the palm of his hand, please don't let him treat her like a stranger.
"You are Mu Anhan." He said very seriously.
