Nan Sichen was awake, lying quietly in bed, most of the gauze on his body had been removed, and he didn't look as terrifying as before.
"Nan Sichen, I've come to see you." Qin Yin walked in with a smile, carrying some of his favorite snacks.
Nan Sichen just glanced back at her without speaking, his gaze particularly indifferent, as if he were looking at a stranger.
Qin Yin paused slightly, a wave of bitterness surged in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it. He now had amnesia, couldn't remember anyone, and to him, she was just a stranger; the fact that he hadn't kicked her out was already fortunate.
She walked in with a smile, softly saying, "Would you like some fruit?"
Nan Sichen remained silent, his gaze fell on Madam Nan, his eyes especially wary.
Madam Nan called out to him, "Achen."
Qin Yin, holding the fruit, was about to go wash them when Nan Sichen suddenly grasped her wrist. Qin Yin paused, looked at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Who is she?" Nan Sichen asked.
