After returning to the room, as soon as she put Wang Yingjun on the bed, she slowly opened her eyes.
Compared with before, Wang Yingjun's eyes looked weak and confused.
Seeing that she was awake, Jiang Zhihao said quickly: "You're awake, don't move around. You just need to rest after the operation."
Wang Yingjun subconsciously raised her hand, but it affected her injury and she couldn't help but "hiss" in pain.
She took a breath, then looked at Jiang Zhihao and asked, "How could I get hurt? Who are you?"
Jiang Zhihao was stunned when he was asked. This question was really weird and gave him a bad feeling.
"Don't make jokes like this with me, it's not funny." Jiang Zhihao said.
Wang Yingjun's thin eyebrows wrinkled, with a puzzled look on her face: "Do we know each other?"
Jiang Zhihao's expression changed slightly and asked, "Can't you remember who I am?"
"I've never seen you before." Wang Yingjun shook her head, looked around again, and asked, "Where am I?"
Jiang Zhihao carefully read her expression, hoping to find evidence that she was playing a prank.
But he couldn't tell that Wang Yingjun was acting at all. If this was her acting skills, it would be too realistic.
"Then...do you know who you are?" Jiang Zhihao asked again.
"Me?" Wang Yingjun was stunned for a moment, looking even more confused. She seemed to be thinking about something. However, after a few minutes, she gradually showed an anxious look.
"Who am I? Why can't I remember who I am?" She became more and more anxious and couldn't help but want to slap her head, but the injuries on her body made her every movement accompanied by severe pain.
Seeing that Wang Yingjun was anxious and in pain, almost ready to cry, Jiang Zhihao quickly sat next to her, grabbed her arm, and comforted her: "I know who you are, don't worry, you may have some sequelae from the injury, and you'll be fine after a while.
I can remember it."
"Really? Then who am I? What is my name?" Wang Yingjun asked eagerly.
"Your name is Wang Yingjun, you are twenty-seven years old..." Jiang Zhihao said roughly what he knew.
However, it wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that he didn't actually know Wang Yingjun very well.
I only know her last name, her age, her preferences for calligraphy, painting, flowers and plants, as well as some information about her parents.
As for what she likes to eat, what colors she likes, what books she reads, what paintings she draws, and what flowers she grows, these details are not very clear.
Jiang Zhihao felt inexplicably guilty, while Wang Yingjun looked at him with bright eyes and asked: "You know so many things about me, then who am I? My brother? Or my boyfriend? Or...
..”
Wang Yingjun saw a photo on the bedside table. It was a photo taken when she and Jiang Zhihao met for the first time after moving to Jiawei.
Although the distance between the two people in this photo is not particularly close, you can see from her expression that she is a smile full of love.
Jiang Zhihao understood what she wanted to ask and quickly said: "We are just friends, a relatively good relationship."
Wang Yingjun sighed and asked again: "Can you tell us something about us? Maybe I have heard more and remembered it."
Jiang Zhihao thought for a while, and then said: "We have known each other for a while. At that time, we were in a family named Li. They..."