As he drew closer, Xu Su scrambled to hide behind Zhou Mochen.
Shen Chen froze, taken aback. "Did she really lose her memory? Does she even know who I am anymore?"
Feeling her palm grow sweaty in his, Zhou Mochen gave her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He glanced at Shen Chen, his eyes tinged with scrutiny. "You should head back first. Don't stay here."
Shen Chen glanced at Xu Su, his eyes lingering for a moment on their clasped hands. He nodded. "Alright, I'll get going."
"Are you alright?" As soon as Shen Chen was gone, Zhou Mochen led Xu Su to the sofa and sat her down. "Are you afraid of him?"
"..." Xu Su lowered her head, feeling a little anxious. 'I haven't blown my cover, have I?'
She remained silent for a long moment. Zhou Mochen, ever so considerate, didn't press the issue. But as for what he was truly thinking, no one knew.
.........
「May 2009, Beijing Hospital.」
