Luo Xiao slowly moved his eyes to her face, as if he was thinking, but in the end he was still blank. He frowned slightly, and the name lingered in his mind, "Are you Xiaoran?"

"..."

Meng Yao's nose felt sour, and she slowly sat down, feeling a sharp sting in her heart, "Do you know who Xiao Ran is?"

Luo Xiao frowned even more tightly, as if the wound was involved. He stared at Meng Yao's face, his eyes overflowing with apology, "I'm sorry... I can't remember."

Meng Yao stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, tears just falling down.

Seeing her crying, Luo Xiao panicked instantly. He stretched out his hand, but he couldn't reach her face, "You, don't cry. Did I say something wrong?"

Meng Yao cried and shook his head.

"So, are you Xiaoran?"

His eyes were clean and pure, without any viciousness or anger. Meng Yao had always been unable to see through him before, but now, she could see the depth of his eyes at a glance.

He took off all his defenses and scheming, and was no longer blinded by so many years of obsession and love.

Meng Yao holds his hand and she nods, "I am, I am Xiaoran."

"I always dream about you, but I can't see your face," Luo Xiao frowned, his expression showing pain, "I dreamed that you hit me, and you said you hated me..."

"No, it's just a dream. Dreams are reverses," Meng Yao stopped the topic for fear of irritating him, "You lie down first, I'll call the doctor to come in."

"good."

After Old Uncle Zhao checked, he pulled Meng Yao aside.

"How is it?" she said nervously.

"As I expected, his brainstem was damaged, which affected his cranial nerves. Judging from the fact that he can still recall people's names, he must have suffered from temporary amnesia." Old Uncle Zhao sighed, "He can still talk to you, and his intelligence should be

Not affected at all..."

"When can it be restored?"

"We're not sure about this. Temporary amnesia can take a month to recover, or it can take three years to recover. It varies from person to person." Old Uncle Zhao took out a cigarette. "Or, if he is subjected to some kind of stimulation, maybe the nerves are compressed."

I just remembered it after a moment of reflection, so I can’t say for sure.”

Meng Yao's expression was complicated. She didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for Luo Xiao.

"You should take good care of him. I see that you were also washed down. If it's not too bad, you can stay here with me first, and then you can make plans after your physical condition stabilizes."

Old Uncle Zhao patted her shoulder and said, "Don't think so much, everything is God's will."

"Okay, thank you."

Meng Yao lowered her eyes and stared at her flat belly. Maybe this was an opportunity given to her by God. Luo Xiao had lost his memory. Even if he regarded her as Xiao Ran, at least she could stay by his side.

At least, he won't reject her so much anymore.

…

A few days later, Luo Xiao was able to get out of bed for the time being. Meng Yao helped him outside. The village was beautiful, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the air was very good.

After lying in the room for a long time, Luo Xiao was not quite used to the light outside. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Where is this?"

"Yes, our home," Meng Yao didn't want to irritate him, "We have lived here since we were children. Look, it's beautiful, right?"

The two walked to the river and sat down. Luo Xiao held his hands on the grass. When he raised his head, dazzling light shone on his face. He turned his head and asked, "Are you my wife?"

Meng Yao was startled.
Chapter completed!