Chapter 816: Chapter 816: He’s Hiding Something
At this moment, a knock on the door sounded from outside, waking her up as well.
She woke up from her dream, with a tear still lingering at the corner of her eye.
“An Ruo, can I come in?” Xingtian called to her from outside the door.
She seemed as if she hadn’t heard, her thoughts still lingering in the dream. Who were the man and child in the dream, and why did they feel so familiar to her?
Were they people she knew?
“An Ruo, what are you doing? I’m coming in.”
An Ruo snapped back to reality, closed her sketchbook, and got up to open the door.
Xingtian asked her in confusion, “What were you doing? Why was there no response just now?”
“I fell asleep at the desk,” she explained.
The man smiled gently, “Don’t sleep at the desk in the future; it’s not good for your health.”
“Mm, I know.” An Ruo nodded, “Did you need something?”
The man took her hand and led her downstairs. Seeing her dazed expression, he said indulgently, “Still not fully awake?”
She nodded, not saying much.
During the meal, An Ruo seemed a bit absent-minded. Xingtian finally noticed something was wrong and asked her what was going on. She put down her chopsticks and asked him,
“Xingtian, when will you have the doctor come and examine me?”
The man immediately asked nervously, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
An Ruo shook her head, “No, I just want to know when I’ll regain my memory.”
“An Ruo.” Xingtian put down his chopsticks and said seriously, “I know losing your memory is painful, but seeing you trying so hard to remember things lately, not being able to eat or sleep well, it makes me feel even more distressed. Let’s not do this, okay? I don’t want you to be troubled by this; you should be carefree and happy every day. As for your memory, I’ll find the best doctor to cure you, so don’t worry about it.”
An Ruo quietly looked at him and suddenly said, “After dinner, can you tell me about the past again? I want to see if I can remember anything.”
“Haven’t I told you once already?”
“But I’ve forgotten a lot. I want to hear it again.”
“Alright, however many times you want to hear it, I’ll tell you.” The man smiled indulgently, and An Ruo thought he was really good to her.
But why couldn’t she bring herself to like him?
After dinner, Xingtian took her to the garden pavilion, sipping juice while talking about the past. An Ruo listened quietly, not missing a single detail.
She would occasionally ask questions, but Xingtian never told her that she knew a man and a child.
She found it strange; the two people in her dream should be people she knew. Why did Xingtian never mention them?
Was it that her dream was false, or was there something hidden in his words…
An Ruo did not express her doubts. Having lost her memory, she held a sense of caution towards the world and everyone in it.
Even if that person was Xingtian, she still couldn’t fully trust him.
In the evening, An Ruo took out her sketchbook and looked through it again.
When she flipped to the back, she suddenly discovered that the toy bear she had drawn was the same as the one the little boy in her dream held.
Her eyes flashed with surprise and doubt, and she immediately flipped to the back, carefully re-reading the letter she had written to Winnie Bear.
[Letter to Winnie Bear:
Dear Winnie Bear, do you know that you were my favorite toy when I was a child.