Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

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"Chang Huan..." Han Ji stepped forward, reached out and tentatively patted Ai Changhuan's shoulder, and said with a painful expression, "I'm just afraid that you will be so sad, so I don't want to tell you the truth. I think Lu Zhanke must have thought so too, he didn't want you to hate him, so he hid the matter."

"Do you know... I... bought a gift for grandpa today..." Ai Changhuan's tears fell down, and her cheeks were immediately wet. She reached out to wipe her tears, unwilling to accept them. News that a loved one has passed away.

"Stop crying..." Han Ji took the opportunity to put his arms around Ai Changhuan's shoulders and comforted him, "If your grandpa is still here, he definitely doesn't want to see you cry."

"Lu Zhanke..." Ai Changhuan couldn't explain for a moment how she felt about Lu Zhanke. One second she loved Lu Zhanke desperately, but the next second she couldn't help but hate him to the core. In the end, she loved and hated him. They were so intertwined that she couldn't tell which one was more and which one was less.

"Actually..." Han Ji hesitated again. Seeing that Ai Changhuan was still sad about his grandfather and didn't ask what he meant, he had to say it himself, "Actually, Lu Zhanke didn't just hide this from you. Well, there's something else I think you should know."

"What..." Ai Changhuan looked at Han Ji with tearful eyes. She thought, today must be a bad day, otherwise why would she be so sad? She is already in enough pain, it can't be worse, right?

"Come in with me." Han Ji brought Ai Changhuan into the ward and asked her to sit on the bed. Then he sat opposite her, looked at her and said, "Actually, if you didn't leave suddenly today, , you should have already received treatment, and the treatment plan was agreed to yesterday."

"What plan?" Ai Changhuan has no memory of what happened yesterday.

Han Ji used the remote control to open the player, and the video that Ai Changhuan had recorded before began to play on the TV. Ai Changhuan looked at the content and had to admit that what Han Ji and her said were true. Grandpa had already She has passed away, and now it is three years later. She and Lu Zhanke have separated a long time ago, because of hatred, and because her illness is very serious. The sudden weakness in her hands today is entirely due to the onset of the illness. If it is not treated in time, she will She will soon lose her ability to take care of herself. Yesterday, she accepted Han Ji's suggestion and chose to erase all her memories in order to protect herself and not drag down Lu Zhanke.

Seeing Ai Changhuan crying even more sadly, Han Ji took the opportunity to encourage: "So, it might be a good choice for you to erase your memory. If you forget all this pain, you don't have to be sad anymore."

"...I want to think about it again..." Ai Changhuan was struggling again.

"What else do you need to consider? Didn't you think everything through yesterday?" Han Ji couldn't help but become a little anxious, "Are you waiting for the Korean experts invited by Lu Zhanke? Chang Huan, don't be naive, Lu Zhanke just said today He lied to you, can you still believe what he said? Besides, who knows what you will look like when you wake up tomorrow. Your memory has degraded faster and faster. Maybe you will be the same at dawn tomorrow. Even Lu Zhanke has forgotten, and your body will become weaker and weaker, and even if the experts come, there will be no way to save it. Chang Huan, your persistence is simply not worth the gain."

"Okay, I understand," Ai Changhuan rejected Han Ji's persuasion, "I'm not afraid of death, and I'm not afraid of illness. I just want to think about it again. Thank you for your kindness. I'm going to rest."

Han Ji knew that people have a rebellious mentality. Sometimes the harder you push, the farther away the opponent will be. But it doesn't matter, he already has a countermeasure.

So he said: "Well, I respect your decision. In order for tomorrow's consultation to proceed more smoothly, you must ensure that your body remains in the same state as it is now and cannot become weaker. Today you have been out for a day. I must have forgotten to take the medicine, so take the medicine first."

Han Ji took out a box of medicine from his pocket, smiled to himself, and said: "I thought I would be able to find you today. I thought that after I found you, I would let you take the medicine immediately. Don't delay, but I didn't expect it to be late." so late."

He handed the medicine box to Ai Changhuan, and then turned around to help Ai Changhuan pour water.

Ai Changhuan looked at the medicine box. It was very similar to the medicine box he found in his pocket. It should be the same kind.

Han Ji said: "It's already so late today, just take two pills."

Then he stared at Ai Changhuan and took the medicine. After Ai Changhuan finished eating, he stood up and said, "Have a good rest and I won't disturb you anymore."

Han Ji walked out of the ward and closed the door for Ai Changhuan, as if he really had no intention of disturbing her again.

Ai Changhuan sat blankly for a while, and then felt that she was too tired and sleepy, so she leaned against the bed and fell asleep.

Halfway through her sleep, she was suddenly woken up by someone. Someone was talking in her ear. She seemed to hear something clearly, but she didn't seem to hear anything clearly. She only felt that the person in front of her seemed familiar, but Whenever she wanted to see more clearly, she found that her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't even open them. There were many figures, and they suddenly looked like Lu Zhanke, then looked like Qin Zhan, and many more. There were many familiar faces to her. The faces of those people first appeared in front of her eyes one by one, and then disappeared one by one. In the end, she had a terrible headache, her head felt dizzy, there was a long buzzing sound, and then something No one knows anymore.

She seemed to be locked tightly in a box, and her eyes were completely dark. Occasionally, a wisp of breeze blew in from the cracks in the box. She smelled the fragrance of flowers and grass, but everything was so strange.

Sometimes she couldn't tell whether she was in a dream or awake. She said she was in a dream, but she seemed to have been walking and walking in a dark street with no end. She said she was awake. But it seemed like he didn't move at all, he seemed to be dreaming but not dreaming, he seemed to be awake but not awake, he woke up and fell asleep, fell asleep and woke up again, I don't know if it was a few days, a few months, or even a few years.

Ai Changhuan was woken up by the sound of firecrackers. They were crackling and very loud, as if they were setting off firecrackers outside.

She frowned at first, then raised her hands to block the dazzling sunlight, squinted for a while, then slowly opened her eyes, closed them again, silently counted ten in her heart, and then got up and got out of bed, blowing by the breeze. The flying curtains were opened, and the scenery outside the window was very good, with flowers, trees, grass, and a large swimming pool.

Then there are the walls.

There was still green smoke floating over the wall, which seemed to be left by the firecrackers that had just been set off. The laughter of children also came through the wall, and I didn't know what they were talking about. Ai Changhuan was about to laugh too, but suddenly remembered something.

No, rather than remembering something, it was better to say that she didn't think of anything, because she suddenly realized that she didn't know what this place was called, nor why she was here. She shook her head hard, thinking... She became like this because she slept for too long, but no matter how many times she shook, no matter how hard she thought, she still couldn't think of anything. It was like there was an extra door in her mind and she couldn't get through it. That door, so can't see what's behind the door, can't remember things.

She turned around suddenly and carefully looked at the furnishings in the room. In the center of the room was a large bed. The color of the quilt was her favorite grass green. On the left was a row of wardrobes. Through the glass door, she could see the hangings inside. It was filled with all kinds of clothes, and on the right was a dressing table and a safe. The dressing table was filled with skin care products. Judging from the brands, she was used to using them, but there seemed to be something strange about her. How can I remember the brand of my commonly used skin care products when my mind is completely blank?

She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Who had put them on for her? Did she wear it herself? But why didn't she have any impression at all? What happened to her? Why can't I even remember what happened yesterday?

While he was dazed, a man pushed open the door and came in. The two of them were startled when their eyes met.

Ai Changhuan looked at the strange man who suddenly barged in, and subconsciously hid behind him. He also quietly picked up a flower pot on the windowsill, looked at the man with great vigilance, and asked: "Who are you?" who?"

When the man saw her, there was deep surprise in his eyes. He walked quickly towards Ai Changhuan and shouted happily: "Chang Huan, it's great that you're awake."

Ai Changhuan quickly stretched out his hand to resist the man's approach: "Don't come over, who are you, and who is Chang Huan?"

"Ah?" The man looked at Ai Changhuan blankly and said, "I am Han Ji, you are Chang Huan, and your name is Ai Changhuan."

"Ai Changhuan?" Ai Changhuan frowned, "Why don't I have any impression at all? Why don't I know my name is Ai Changhuan?"

Han Ji took another step closer and said with a worried look on his face: "You rolled down the mountain half a month ago and hit your head on a rock, so you were in a coma for half a month. The doctor said it was likely to cause amnesia. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be... Really, you don’t even remember yourself?”

"Amnesia?" Ai Changhuan screamed, "How is this possible? You must be lying to me, and I don't even know you!"

"Why should I lie to you? What can I lie to you about?"

"Anyway, I don't believe you. Don't come here again. If you come here again, I'll be rude to you." Ai Changhuan threatened by raising the flowerpot in his hand.

"I am a man and you are a woman. Do you think you can scare me with a flower pot? If I really want to do something to you, you have no room to resist. How do I look like a bad person? You are so Afraid of me?" Han Ji helplessly spread his hands, thought for a moment and then said, "Well, since you don't believe it, I can only show you the evidence to prove that we really know each other. Come downstairs with me. "