Rong Shaoze woke up when Xiaocong came in.
He had intended to pretend to be asleep, but Xiaocong shook him vigorously, forcing him to open his eyes.
"Dad, you’re finally awake. I was so worried about you!" Xiaocong smiled happily at him. Rong Shaoze blinked, thinking he must be his eldest son, Rong Lincong.
Lin Xinlan quickly pulled Xiaocong away and said to him, "Daddy just woke up, his body is still very weak. Don’t lean on him, it will make him uncomfortable."
"Oh." Xiaocong obediently stood still, but his fingers still affectionately grasped his sleeve.
"Dad, why don’t you talk to me?" He asked, looking puzzled with wide eyes.
Rong Shaoze glanced at Lin Xinlan. She understood and held Xiaocong’s shoulder, saying, "Xiaocong, your dad has amnesia. He doesn’t remember anything right now, so he doesn’t know who you are."
Xiaocong’s eyes widened in shock, and he turned to Lin Xinlan, "Mom, does Dad not remember you either?"
"Yes." Lin Xinlan nodded lightly.
"He really doesn’t remember anything?" He asked incredulously.
"He doesn’t remember anything at all. But don’t worry, his body is fine, he just lost his memory. We can help him remember things slowly over time. I believe he will remember everything one day."
Her words seemed to be directed at Xiaocong, Rong Shaoze, or perhaps herself.
Xiaocong lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his delicate little face.
He felt very sad inside.
Dad actually forgot Mom and them; he doesn’t remember anything. He forgot he even has a son.
He looked up and held Rong Shaoze’s hand, comforting him, "Dad, it’s okay if you don’t remember. Even if you can’t recall anything, it’s alright. You will always be my dad. Mom, my little brother, and I will always love you."
Lin Xinlan had said similar words to him before.
Rong Shaoze’s eyes flashed slightly. At least he could feel that their love for him was genuine.
He tried to speak, "I will do my best to remember, to try to recall you all."
Lin Xinlan and Xiaocong’s eyes lit up, showing a touch of joy on their faces.
Xiaocong nodded vigorously, "Don’t worry, Dad. I will tell you about the past every day, and one day you will remember everything!"
Rong Shaoze nodded lightly, agreeing to his suggestion.
After a week of observation in the hospital, Rong Shaoze was ready to be discharged.
Despite Lin Xinlan and Xiaocong telling him everything about their past, he still couldn’t remember anything.
Even Tao Hua and Xu Yao spoke to him about what they knew, but he still had no impression.
He was like a newborn baby, devoid of any memories.
Fortunately, some of his instincts remained, and everything he had learned was still in his brain.
Returning home after discharge, Rong Shaoze stood in the living room, looking at this unfamiliar place, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity.
Lin Xinlan smiled at him, "You just got back. Go offer incense to Mom, let her know you are safe and sound."
The man’s dark eyes looked at her.
He heard her say that his mother gave her own heart to save him, but she died in the process.
He nodded and said, "It’s the right thing to do."
Lin Xinlan led him to Rong Mother’s memorial, and Rong Shaoze looked at the exquisite and beautiful face in the photo, knowing she must be his mother.