She started by glaring at him angrily, but after seeing his indifferent eyes and the frequent impatient frown, her heart ached. She took a deep breath, her voice bitter as she said, "You're like this now only because you don't remember me. No matter what I do, you won't believe me. But your memory will eventually return. When it does, you won't be like this anymore."
After speaking, as if to prove her point, she added softly, "You weren't like this before. This is just temporary amnesia. You won't always be like this. I will wait for your memory to return."
Seeing her wounded expression, he inexplicably felt irritable. He frowned and said impatiently, "Then just wait. Until then, don't think about controlling me."
The one who was always losing temper was him, yet he seemed extremely angry, with a stern face. He grabbed the blanket on him, threw it aside, abruptly stood up, and without saying a word, turned around and left the resting area.
