"No… nothing, just don't know why I would be called that."
Su Miaoyan closed her eyes in agony. These past two days, the images in her mind had been growing in number, and Xiao Yu's face became clearer and clearer, as if she had known him for a long time and lived with him for just as long.
She started crying whenever she had a headache, crying in a helpless and pitiable way that made Xiao Yu's heart tear apart in agony. He stayed by her side, coaxing her for a long time, incessantly persuading her, "Don't think about it anymore, Yan'er, just sleep peacefully. You don't need to remember anything, you don't have to recall anything, as long as you're happy, that's… good."
His voice trembled, even he himself did not notice it.
Once, he, more than anyone else, had eagerly hoped that Yan'er would recover her memory and recall him, remember everything about them.
