Chapter 6: Youāre the One
I am truly back here againā¦ Iāll cherish this life wellā¦
At present, nothing mattered but her.
Mo Lixinā¦ I will cherish you in this lifeā¦ Iām sorryā¦
But heāll have to work, work harder to gain her trust, her love, and her affection.
Back then, sitting on the soft sofa, the silhouette was dim, just bright enough to see my surroundings, I came to an epiphany. I realize then, my love, that though I ran away from you, loathed you, and closed my heart from you, you never left. You stood there, waitingā¦ quietly. Youāve suffered. I let you suffered. In this lifetime, my dear wife, I wonāt allow it. In the end, because of me, your heart drowned in a sea of utter despair.
Duan Anran left, albeit unwillingly for she did not believe what sheād just bore witness to.
She immediately went to see a specialist in neurology. However, the neurologist was unable to provide an exact reason for Ji Nanfengās sudden amnesia, only providing a probable cause that it was due to the prior accident, stating that his memories were fragmented and had lost at least a yearās worth of memory.
Duan Anran staggered back.
In the hospice room, there was only Ji Nanfeng and Mo Lixin.
āYouā¦ are you alright?ā In truth, what Mo Lixin truly wished to ask, against her better judgment, was question whether Ji Nanfeng truly did not remember Duan Anran.
āAm I not all right? Whatās wrong?ā Ji Nanfeng played the part of an amnesiac well.
āNoā¦ itās nothing.ā Mo Lixin paused. After a short brief second, she continued. āRight, do you know what year and month it is?ā
āXināer,1Ā how do I know?ā Ji Nanfeng coughed.
āDid not the doctor say I have amnesia? Soā¦ then I guess Iāve been here for a year? Right, a year has passed.ā Ji Nanfeng answered perfunctorily, eyebrows raised in delight as he looked at her silly.
Mo Lixin shut her mouth and said nothing further.
Ji Nanfeng smiled softly. When sheās like this, he knew sheād often draw back into her own world thinking of things and many matters.
āCome on,ā he held her hand, āLetās go home.ā
āAh~ā Mo Lixin immediately returned from her subconscious. āRight now?ā
Itās not right, she thought.
Thinking over this carefully, it doesnāt feel right, she thought.
Ji Nanfeng nodded. āLetās go home.ā
Cold sweat formed on his temples. Thatās right. Heās lost his memory. To suddenly act as if a married couple and hinting to go āhomeā, it looked and felt suspicious indeed.
āDo you remember our marriage?ā Mo Lixin asked. She looked at him innocently, eagerly awaiting his answer.
Her two hands clutched on the edge of the bed while her lovely eyes were filled with doubts.
āOf course. I remember marrying you a year ago. Now a year has passed. Weāve been married to each other for a year. You married me, right? I remember marrying you.ā
Hearing Ji Nanfengās reply, her heart tightened.
Thatās right. A year ago, he said he wanted to marry her, but later onā¦ after her motherās mistake, his heart closed and no longer opened up to herā¦
Ji Nanfeng saw once more that she immersed herself once again in her own world. He did not need to pick at her brain to find out her thoughts for he already knew. Her thoughts were filled with his imageā¦ butā¦ it was not the sweet kind.
Angered at himself, he immediately switched the topic. āI cannot remember what happened over the past couple months. But later on, you can tell me. Anyways, letās go back home.ā
āā¦ā¦ā Mo Lixin did not know what to feel so she did not speak.
While Ji Nanfeng changed into a new set of clothing, Mo Lixin drew back to her safety net, her own world.
Looking at her countenance, Ji Nanfengās chest panged. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he loved her, but he couldnātā¦ sheāll only be frightened.
Heāll have to take care of this fragile relationship with great care and move forwards step by step.
āLetās go.ā Ji Nanfeng slung the bag stuffed with his old clothing and stretched out his hand to hold hers.
Mo Lixin lowered her gaze and looked down. She was mixed with many emotions, but regardless, she grabbed his hand and held it tight.
The chauffeur looked back at the rearview mirror, watching the two time to time.
Mo Lixinās hand oozed a touch of sweat. She was nervous. Ji Nanfeng hadnāt let her hand go as of yet.
The new chauffeur, Xiao Fang, raised his left brow. His curiosity peaked. He recalled Ji Nanfeng would always be right at Duan Anranās side. They looked affectionate too, so he assumed they were a couple. But how can his partner change place only after a few days of being admitted in the hospital? Did not Mo Lixin set the building on fire, which in return caused him to be injured? How come heās affectionate towards her rather than placing the blame?
Xiao Fang had many wild guesses running through his head, but he dared not say anything.
āJi Nanfengā¦ you really donāt rememberā¦ā Mo Lixin could not believe what she saw.
The moment he awoke from his sleep, his tone towards her was soft and gentle. Heād even gone as far as to kick Duan Anran out of the room in front of her. Alsoā¦ he held her handā¦ and he didnāt hate it?
She felt like she was dreamingā¦
āErā is the pinyin for the word āå
ā (simplified, āåæā), meaning āchildā. As such, it is used as a diminutive marker; in a name, it is equivalent to the English ā-yā or ā-ieā ending, and used as a term of endearment.