After administering the sedative, Yeh Cangqiong gradually lay back down, closing his eyes peacefully.
Chi Xiaoyu held his hands, sitting by his side.
Since his illness struck, this has been the case for nearly half a year.
When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he will forget who she is again.
This story plays out every few days.
However, it's alright. Even if he loses his memory a hundred times, every time he sees her, he will always fall for her.
Love is a kind of destiny. No matter the cycle, she will always be his beginning.
Her fingers gently caressed his cheek. His features were still handsome and defined, but he had lost some weight, which brought a faint pang of heartache to her.
She sat there desolately for half an hour.
Her phone rang, and when she looked down, she saw it was Secretary Wen's number.
She knew it was time for her to work again.
She answered the call.
"Madam, you need to come back. There are still many important matters for you to handle today!"
