"It's my fault." The blood on the man's body had almost dried up, but the smell was still there. His arms once again hugged her waist, and he comforted her in a low voice, "I was wrong about this. You have been cold to me for a month, and I have learned enough lessons. I will give priority to your feelings when making any decisions in the future, and I will try my best to discuss it with you. Don't ignore me, eh?"
Wen Yi didn't speak for a while, neither continuing to argue nor letting go.
Mo Shichen leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Okay," Wen Yi wrinkled her nose in disgust as she smelled the unpleasant smell of blood and alcohol on his body, "I'll talk about your business later. If you just put up with it like this, your life may be short-lived." Damn it, you smell so bad, the doctor said you had a concussion, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
The man looked at her, nodded and said, "Headache, dizziness, a little nauseous, very uncomfortable."
“…”
She didn't know whether what he said was true or false, but although his car accident was not serious, it was not nothing at all. She stood up immediately and said to him, "Lie down and rest, and let the nurse come." Take care of you, I’ll go home and bring something over later.”
Mo Shichen held her hand as she stood up. Hearing this, he smiled and pinched her soft fingers with his bruised fingers, "No, I'll scrub it and put on the hospital clothes." It's fine as long as it's late. I'll let Kanding bring the clothes tomorrow morning, so you don't have to make more trips."
Wen Yi thought for a while, "Okay, then I'll get a hot towel... You smell too bad."
At the end of the sentence, there was another tone of disgust.
Mo Shichen was not angry, but looked in a good mood, with fondness in his eyes, "Okay."
Wen Yi was not a slow person, on the contrary, she was very sharp. After this man's car accident, there was always something indescribably different, but she couldn't tell what it was.
But it didn't seem to be important. She didn't spend much time together. She took off her coat, rolled up the cuffs of her sweater, and turned to go to the bathroom.
After she turned around, the favor and smile on Mo Shichen's face faded away.
He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.
My head was dizzy, there was a long and shallow dull pain, and there was a lot of content that was so crowded in my mind that I had no time to sort it out.
He began to feel dazed again.
Wen Yi quickly wet the towel with hot water, then wrung it out and returned to the ward. She leaned over and carefully wiped his face. There was a frown on his face, but his movements were gentle and meticulous.
She was wearing a light yellow warm-colored sweater, with black hair above her ears. She was half gentle and half neat, and her fair and fair face looked focused.
Mo Shichen just looked at her like this. After staring for a long time, his pupils dilated silently.
Her name escaped from his throat, "Yier."
"What's wrong? Does it hurt you?"
His voice was smooth and hoarse, "Have you never had long hair in all these years?"
Wen Yi was startled, not expecting him to ask this suddenly, but she didn't think much about it and just answered casually, "It seems so. I used to think that short hair was easy to manage and suitable for me. Later I thought about growing it longer, but it was always very difficult." It was soon cut off again.”
"What about before you married me?"
He asked in a normal way, and Wen Yi just thought he was chatting with her, and answered half distractedly, "I had short hair when I was in college."
Isn't it weird? Before he lost his memory, he couldn't really remember the first time he saw her, and he didn't completely forget it. Maybe there was an image of her appearance when he mentioned it, but that was all.
When Lawrence arranged for him to go on a blind date with her, Wen Yi was like a woman to him—oh, she seemed familiar to her before, but she had no more labels, impressions or ideas.
But more than half an hour ago, when the severe pain and blur in the brain gradually cleared away the clouds, the first thing that became clear was the casual glance from more than ten years ago.
Maybe he remembered it subconsciously after hearing her talk about it, so when memories came rushing back, the first thing that came to mind was the first meeting that he had forgotten but was mentioned again by her.
That Wen Yi and the Wen Yi in front of him really didn't look like the same person.
Sixteen? Seventeen? Probably not eighteen years old.
My hair should have been long at that time, but it was not let down. Instead, it was carefully made into a bun. The style was not as reserved or refined as it is now. It was deliberately loose. There were also long pieces of hair falling down on both sides of the forehead, and the makeup was very fresh. , because it was a party or a cocktail party, she wore a thin garland-shaped hair accessory and a light blue long skirt covered with a layer of tulle. She looked very girly, but still had a bit of oriental girl uniqueness. Fairy spirit.
Her character at that time was probably far less self-possessed and calm than later, and she could easily identify emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy.
At that time, he must have been tired of the waves of people coming up to talk to and get to know each other, so he took advantage of the gap to sneak to a dimly lit area in the garden, trying to find some peace and quiet.
Then I caught her confessing to a man. I thought it was a French man, who seemed to be her senior.
He doesn't have a very good character at heart, but he still looks very good. If he encounters something like this, he will quietly stay aside and wait for the two of them to leave before he goes out.
Hearing her confession, he was so nervous that he almost stopped laughing.
She was ruthlessly rejected.
The man seemed to have a good family background and a good appearance. He should be very popular with women. It was probably because there was no one around at the time, and Wen Yi's confession was too timid and nervous, and he was laughed at. Ichiban.
He stood in the shadows and thought lightly, it's useless.
She has bad eyesight when she falls in love with such a man.
He was not a nosy person, and he had no intention of intervening in the first place, but Wen Yi looked timid and nervous at the time. Unexpectedly, after being rejected, he still had a lingering persistence, so he pulled the man's sleeve and questioned him. , since you don’t like her, why did you accept her gift and show your kindness to her
The man probably found her annoying, so he sneered and said that he originally just wanted to try out Chinese women, but she was too shy and conservative, and he had no interest in having a pure relationship with her, and her breasts were too small and her figure was too flat. He has moved on.
At that time, he stuck his head out slightly and took a special look at her figure...
Then I saw the little coward who had been acting for ten minutes got angry and slapped him in the face.
As a result, his hand was intercepted. When her wrist was almost broken, he took action and intercepted the man's hand. What she remembers most clearly is that she was so frightened that she was about to scream. When she saw someone helping her, she He straightened his back and said confidently, "You scumbag, you actually want to beat me. Tomorrow I will ask my brother to beat you and seduce you."