He shook his head, "I don't know either. I always felt that your eyes were too helpless at that time, as if you couldn't move away after looking at them."

Ding Yiyi looked at the sincere eyes in front of her and asked, "Do you want to know why I came to the fishing village?"

She recounted what happened in the fishing village when she woke up, but ignored the incident where her family used a fish venom gland that could paralyze people's nerves to cause her to face amnesia.

After listening to her story, Edward was very angry and said, "This is really bad."

His good upbringing prevented him from using bad language and he could only repeat over and over again, "This is too bad, this is too bad."

At night, he arranged a guest room for Ding Yiyi, "Normally no one comes here, so the situation may be a bit bad. I hope you don't mind."

Ding Yiyi smiled and said: "No, thank you for letting me travel abroad before it's too late."

Edward smiled, said good night to each other, and left the room, and the room fell into silence again.

She walked to the table. The British-style table lamp on the table was thoughtfully turned on. Paper and pens were placed on the table. The paper was very thick and had a slightly yellowish texture. Even the pens were quenched and gilded.

Pens and all items reflect British taste.

She was sitting on a chair, holding a pen tip in her hand and drawing unconsciously on the paper, thinking about the man she always wanted to think of but could never remember.

The amnesia lasted longer this time, equivalent to nearly eighteen hours. Will she lose her memory forever in the future? Although she has been comforting herself, she knows better than anyone else that her future self may forget who she is.

The whole house was quiet, and she wandered around the room impatiently, looking at the pure white sheets in a daze, when suddenly some fragments of memories flashed through her mind.

The fragments flew together like a puzzle, pieced together one outline after another. First it was Ding Dacheng, then Ding Meirong, Ye Chuyun, and Ye Chuqing.

All the characters began to become clearer, and she finally remembered the smiling faces of those people and the many things they had done together, but it still wasn't right.

She banged her head against the wall and kept mumbling, "Who else is there? There is one more person."

"Nian Mo, Ye Nian Mo." She was stunned when the most familiar name came out inadvertently, and she felt ecstatic in her heart. Without caring about anything else, she hurriedly walked back to the table and picked up a pen to write down his name.

In the morning, when she woke up, she was confused for a while. After looking at the unfamiliar room, she thought she was still in the home of the fisherman and her son.

"No!" She was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door from Edward, "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

The voice that was not familiar but warm enough brought her back to her senses. She shouted towards the door, "No, thank you."

She stood up and folded the quilt, looking at the somewhat messy table. Thinking not to cause trouble to the other party, she walked over to clear the table.

There was a piece of paper pressed under the pen, and a name was written on the paper. She whispered, "Ye Nianmo? Who is Ye Nianmo?"

She smiled, then crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the trash can. She also took out the trash bag to throw away.

Seeing her, Edward was extremely surprised. He pointed at her forehead and said, "What's wrong with your forehead?"

"Forehead?" She reached out and touched it, and unexpectedly touched a bulging place, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

There is only my own memory of hitting the wall, but I ca n’t find the reason why I do it that way. The head is empty, and I forgot what.
Chapter completed!