In the hospital room.
Nangong Jinlie sat by the bedside, watching Nangong Zhongli peeling an orange for him.
"Zhong Li, Grandpa wants to ask you something."
Nangong Zhongli was startled for a moment, then smiled playfully, "Grandpa, what do you want to ask? Zhong Li will definitely answer seriously."
"What's going on between you and Shaochen?"
Zhongli's hands froze slightly.
"We... we're doing great, Grandpa..."
"Don't lie to Grandpa," Nangong Jinlie said seriously, "From what I see, Shaochen always treats you with distant courtesy. That's not how a lover should behave, is it?"
Nangong Zhongli placed the peeled orange in her grandfather's hand, "Grandpa, isn't it because Shaochen has amnesia now? He wasn't like this before! He used to treat me very well."
"Really?"
"Really!" Nangong Zhongli nodded emphatically.
Nangong Jinlie shook his head, "A few days ago, Shaochen's father came to see me to propose marriage."
