"Why are you so angry? I'm just kidding."

Ji Jinnian felt that her reaction was a bit too extreme, and she smiled casually, but didn't take it to heart.

Liang Xingxing pouted angrily, put the notebook on his chest as if he was holding a baby, and said in a suffocating manner that she was going to sleep, then turned around and turned her back to Ji Jinnian.

Ling Zhixun occasionally spends the night in the hospital. Liang Xingxing has some special dependence on him. When the wound grows new flesh and itchs, he can't help but want to scratch it. Ling Zhixun always has a dark face and silently warns her not to move around.

At this time, Liang Xingxing would pull his hand and hold it tightly, as if he wanted to pass on some of the itch and pain that the weak body endured to him.

"I hate staying in the hospital, when will I get out?"

Ling Zhixun raised his eyebrows and said, "When you are almost done."

"I think I'm recovering well, and I can walk by myself now!"

Liang Xingxing really rejected that wheelchair. No matter how painful it was, she had to try to stand up with her legs.

When Ling Zhixun heard this, he clenched her hand tightly, feeling both painful and angry. Why is she so stubborn?

"Be good, listen to Dr. Ye, observe in the hospital for an extra week and be sure to be discharged from the hospital. I will take you home."

"That's what you said."

Liang Xingxing grinned. She liked to hear men tell her that I will take you home. This ordinary but warm word.

"Do you remember where our home is?"

Liang Xingxing nodded and said, "Of course I know, it's Anxiang Pavilion in Lime Community."

Ling Zhixun's big hand touched her cheek, gently stroked her forehead, and asked softly: "Xingxing, how much do you still remember?"

Liang Xingxing lowered his face and said softly: "Did I remember it wrong? Isn't that home?"

Ling Zhixun did not answer. He gently stroked every inch of her skin. When the warm and powerful palm attached to her belly, he suddenly spoke, instantly defeating Liang Xingxing's psychological defense line.

"Do you really don't know, or you don't know, our children have been nurtured here..."

Liang Xingxing was shocked, and a layer of gauze quickly condensed in her eyes, staring at Ling Zhixun, as if she was hoping that the man would say not the facts, but a joke.

But how could it be a joke? The scar on her belly still hurts faintly. All signs indicate that it cannot be caused by a car accident...

Ling Zhixun did not ask in depth. He just mentioned it a little, then covered Liang Xingxing with a quilt and told her to go to bed quickly.

Ling Zhixun thought Liang Xingxing was too painful, so he subconsciously buried that part of the memory. He didn't want her to forget Xiao Seung-hee, his cute child, who only survived in the world for a day, and had no time to see this wonderful and colorful world. As a parent, how could he forget even the past he once existed!

Liang Xingxing grabbed the man's big hand that was about to evade, put his face on his palm, and crystal clear tears slid down. She was not unaware of the disaster that this car accident brought to her. She lost her memory, had her hair shaved, her legs were useless, and she could no longer dance. This was enough to defeat her, but she did not expect that the child she had been pregnant for several months also went to the car accident.

"I don't know, I didn't forget it on purpose, it's really not... My child, where is he? I really want to see him... You said... will the child hate me and resent me? Woo... I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..."

Liang Xingxing sobbed in a low voice, and couldn't hear what she was saying in her sobs. Ling Zhixun patted her back with comfort with the other hand. Liang Xingxing cried in depression, her heart thrust and sobbed in pain, and her brain ached faintly. She couldn't say anything, but just grabbed the man's hand and covered her face and sobbed silently.

Ling Zhixun was afraid that she would hurt her body by crying, so she said softly: "Stop crying, come, do what I said, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."

Liang Xingxing took a breath, listened to the man's words, adjusted his breathing, and gradually calmed down, leaned against his chest and fell asleep slowly.

In the days that followed, Liang Xingxing's condition was obviously worse than before. She still looked stunned, as if she had forgotten all the past.

There was a sound of plucking the guitar strings intermittently in the room. Liang Xingxing put down the guitar boredly, pushed the wheelchair and came to Ling Zhixun.

"What are you looking at?"

Ling Zhixun brought all the more important business to the hospital for processing. He thought Liang Xingxing was bored. He put down the stack of information and asked, "Isn't the guitar fun?"

"Why don't you go for a walk? The maple leaves are red, so beautiful."

Liang Xingxing looked long-awaitedly at the maple red trees outside the window, and the beautiful scenery was like a fairy tale in autumn.

Ling Zhixun frowned slightly, looked into her eyes and said, "Isn't I going for a walk just now? Have you forgotten that you just played the song "Sally Garden" in the garden?"

"Is that true?"

Liang Xingxing lowered her face in dismay, feeling a little embarrassed. She did forget that she had taken a walk and subconsciously thought that she had to wash up after taking a walk, so she pushed the wheelchair.

Ling Zhixun held her wheelchair and asked in confusion: "Where are you going?"

"I want to take a shower."

Ling Zhixun looked at Liang Xingxing silently and found that since she mentioned the matter about Xiao Seung-hee that night, her memory has obviously been worse than before.

Liang Xingxing looked at the man's expression and thought he had made something wrong again. He hurriedly said, "I understand, I washed it, I washed it today, I remembered it, I just said..."

Ling Zhixun put the notebook on his knee on the table, rolled up the sleeves of his purple shirt, and said, "Do you want to take a shower? I'll help you."

Ling Zhixun carried Liang Xingxing into the bathroom, brushing her slender fingers across every inch of her skin. What a flawless jade body that was once, but now it has a few scars.

The water in the bathtub was clear and transparent. Ling Zhixun could clearly see an ugly and hideous wound running through her ankle, and the caesarean section line cut by the scalpel.

"Am I so ugly?"

Liang Xingxing curled up and hugged himself with his hands on his knees.

Ling Zhixun touched her head and comforted her with heartache: "You are not ugly, you are the most beautiful in my heart."

Liang Xingxing shook her head, she knew she had become an ugly monster.

Ling Zhixun was afraid that Liang Xingxing would catch a cold, so he simply rinsed her for a while and took her back to the bed.
Chapter completed!