Chapter 809: Chapter 809: You Want to See My Face?
The name Xingtian kept lingering in her mind, as if something important had been forgotten.
She thought hard but couldn’t figure it out, and her head only hurt more. Forget it, if she couldn’t remember, she might as well give up.
Stepping out of the bedroom, An Ruo turned on the desk lamp and sat on the bed in a daze.
She had been unconscious for several days and was already well-rested, finding herself unable to sleep.
Xingtian said this was her room; perhaps she could find memories of the past from some things in the room.
Excitedly, she got out of bed to search around and found a children’s book—”Secret Garden” in the desk drawer.
The book had the words “children’s book” written on it, leaving An Ruo speechless; why were all her things like children’s items?
Strangely, the word ‘secret’ in Secret Garden had been marked over with red watercolor.
An Ruo sat at the desk and opened the book.
On the blank space of the first page were some words, possibly written by her.
She gently read aloud: “Everyone has their own secret; it does not fade with time nor blur with a diminishing memory. But my garden of happiness, my Secret Garden, where are you???”
Three question marks were used afterward, why so many, what was being emphasized?
An Ruo tapped her forehead and pondered, unable to deduce anything.
She fell asleep with these questions, but her mind kept replaying the words Xingtian and secret.
She felt a strong connection to these words, as if they could provide vital information.
An Ruo endlessly chanted these two words, feeling increasingly familiar with each repetition. What had she forgotten, why couldn’t she recall?
In her dream, An Ruo continued contemplating this matter.
This was the first issue she faced after losing her memory, hence its natural appearance in her dreams.
Xingtian… Must not… Secret is… Secret is…
“An Ruo, are you up?” In a blur, she heard a knock at the door and Xingtian’s voice.
An Ruo woke from the dream, her mind resonating with thoughts that had surfaced in the dream.
Xingtian must not… Secret is…
What couldn’t Xingtian do? What secret, and where was it?
An Ruo propped herself up, frowning in deep thought.
The man outside heard no response and said to himself: “An Ruo, I’m coming in.”
He opened the door and saw her sitting on the bed, staring blankly.
“An Ruo, what’s wrong?” He approached her with concern, sitting in front of her and asked worriedly.
An Ruo stared at him, suddenly pointing at his mask and asked: “Why are you wearing this thing?”
Xingtian was taken aback, “Do you want to see my face?”
“Hmm.” An Ruo nodded, “You must look good; why wear it? Can’t the other half of your face be seen?”
Xingtian shook his head: “No.”
She didn’t understand what he meant, but Xingtian held her hand and smiled: “If you want to see it, I’ll take it off for you. Do you want to see?”
An Ruo’s thoughts drifted as she recalled the incomplete sentence from the dream.
Absent-mindedly, she nodded: “Hmm, want to see.”
“Alright, you take it off yourself and see.” He seriously said, and An Ruo suddenly snapped back, her attention fully shifted to his face.