Mo Ran came to her senses, "Oh, alright."
She obediently fetched the medicine box, first applied iodine to disinfect his wound, then affixed an OK bandage.
It was just a scrape, which should heal in two or three days, without leaving any scars. Mo Ran comforted herself this way.
On second thought, even if it left a scar, it was his own doing.
As she packed up the medicine box, she couldn’t help but glance at his forehead, feeling this scene seemed familiar.
Gu Yixuan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, but said nothing.
Mo Ran lowered her head to finish packing. After she was done, she looked at him and said, "Have I, perhaps, met you somewhere before?"
She just suddenly felt this scene was familiar but couldn’t recall where it had happened. Anyway, she always felt that she had once cracked his head open before.
But they hadn’t known each other before...
Gu Yixuan raised an eyebrow, "Have you remembered something?"
Mo Ran shook her head, "It’s nothing. All done, I’m going to rest now. You should rest early too."
Her wrist was caught, Gu Yixuan wouldn’t let her leave and pressed on, "Can’t you really remember anything?"
Hearing him say that, Mo Ran wondered, had she actually cracked his head open before?
She tried hard to think, and her vague memories started to become clear.
Suddenly, an incredulous look appeared in her eyes.
"It was you... that boy was you..."
Gu Yixuan’s eyes twinkled slightly, a hint of a smile on his lips, "You’ve finally remembered."
"You remember me?" My goodness, back then, she must have been only about six or seven years old. She looked very different from now; how could he remember?
Gu Yixuan leaned back on the sofa, pulling her into his embrace, letting her lean against his chest. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
His arms held her tightly around the waist, "From the first moment I saw you, I recognized you."
That incident from those years, for her, might have been trivial, forgotten as soon as she turned around. But for him, it was of great significance. Every day, he would think of her, imagining meeting her again, thinking of how to torment her!
So when he saw her again, he recognized her at a glance. In fact, that he could instantly be sure she was the girl from back then, he had Mo Yan to thank.
She had spilled wine on him, forcing him to take a good look at her, and his ability to never forget a face made him quickly remember Mo Yan.
At that moment, his expression briefly stiffened because seeing Mo Yan meant he had found Mo Ran.