Chapter 284 Have you forgotten something?

"Wanwan..."

Rong Zhi gently stroked Sang Yuwan's cheek, his lips curving slightly as he softly called out.

His deep, gentle voice, like a ray of warm sunlight in the morning light, pierced through the thin mist and gently brushed against my ear. His warm tone, delicate and soothing, carried no trace of haste or clamor, like willow branches swaying in the spring breeze, subtly touching my heartstrings.

"Wanwan..."

Each sound was heavier than the last.

Rong Zhi's eyes gradually reddened.

What should he do if Sang Yu wakes up late and forgets everything?

After overcoming all obstacles, the two can now openly and legitimately be together.

Unexpected events always catch people off guard.

Rong Zhi felt as if an invisible force had suddenly gripped his chest, and a sour taste, like aged vinegar, unexpectedly arrived, slowly but resolutely spreading. An indescribable heaviness and bitterness were ruthlessly stirred up at this moment.

Thick tears gradually welled up in her reddened eyes.

"Wanwan..."

Rong Zhi took Sang Yuwan's hand and pressed it to his lips.

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled slightly on the hospital bed, and her fingertips moved almost imperceptibly.

Rong Zhi's breath hitched, and he looked down at the scene.

Sang Yuwan slowly, as if she had experienced a long period of time, gently lifted her eyelids.

His dark pupils reflected Rong Zhi's handsome face.

His eyes lit up with surprise. "Wanwan, you're awake?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were initially hazy, like the sky not yet fully awake in the morning light, carrying a hint of confusion and unease. As consciousness gradually returned, that confusion was slowly replaced by a warm light, as if two soft rays of sunlight pierced through the faint smell of disinfectant in the ward, gently illuminating everything around her.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes. "Who are you?"

Rong Zhi's heart clenched, his mouth gaped open, but he couldn't utter a sound. The emotions surging within him were too complex to describe.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air. His world, without warning, was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force. That force was neither a violent storm nor a thunderclap in the dark night.

She really didn't recognize him anymore.

Rong Zhi slowly lowered her hand, his lips curving upwards, suppressing his emotions as he smiled at her.

"Wanwan, I am Rong Zhi."

"Rong Zhi?"

Sang Yuwan stared at him blankly. Strands of hair fell unintentionally across her forehead, softening her slightly pale face, but also highlighting her restless emotions.

"Do you remember Bo Xingzhi?" Rong Zhi asked gently, trying to control his emotions.

Sang Yu'an frowned. "Who is Bo Xingzhi?"

“He…” Rong Zhi’s heart clenched painfully.

After a few seconds of pause, he slowly said, "He is your boss."

"Boss?" Sang Yuwan frowned even more.

When Rong Zhi saw that she had even forgotten Bo Xingzhi, his heart sank, and he suddenly remembered what the cook had said.

"I just want her to forget the unpleasant memories."

It seems that Sang Yuwan doesn't remember anyone from the Bo family.

Just as Rong Zhi was thinking about how to explain, Sang Yuwan suddenly asked him a question.

What did you just call me?

Rong Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

Could it be that she doesn't even know who she is?

Rong Zhi adjusted his breathing and raised his eyebrows slightly. "I'll call you Wanwan."

"Wanwan?" Sang Yuwan frowned. "Are we that close?"

Rong Zhi felt as if a sharp knife had pierced a gaping hole in his heart, and a howling wind was pouring in.

Blood freezes.

He couldn't show even a hint of pain.

He looked at the woman he loved, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Wanwan, we are friends."

"Friend?" The unfamiliarity on Sang Yuwan's face was like a thin mist gently shrouding her features, making the familiar face suddenly seem distant and elusive.

"But I don't know you."

Rong Zhi's heart pounded, and his brows furrowed slightly. "Wanwan, you're sick..."

“Minglang…” Sang Yuwan suddenly interrupted.

Rong Zhi's expression froze.

She doesn't remember him, but she remembers Minglang.

What's going on?

"clear……"

Sang Yuwan struggled to sit up.

Rong Zhi hurriedly went to help her up.

Sang Yuwan coldly refused and brushed his hand away.

"Could you please let my bodyguard in?"

Rong Zhi stiffened, his eyelids drooping slightly.

In my sight, Sang Yuwan's fair skin seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost. Her eyes, which were once like a deep night sky with twinkling stars, now seemed to be veiled by an invisible gauze, revealing an untouchable detachment and indifference.

Rong Zhi felt as if his heart was being torn apart. The past between the two of them was like sharp shards, tearing his heart apart piece by piece.

He didn't explain further, but gently replied, "I'll call him in right away."

"Thank you," Sang Yuwan said politely.

Rong Zhi turned around, his fingertips pressed against his palm. He took a deep breath, letting the heartache rage.

He opened the ward door, took out his phone, and called Minglang.

After receiving a phone call halfway through the journey, Minglang immediately turned the car around.

He returned to the ward, panting, and saw Rong Zhi standing at the door. He was horrified. "Second Master, Madam...she..."

He was so anxious that he couldn't even speak properly.

"Go in." Rong Zhi's eyes revealed deep sorrow and exhaustion.

Minglang thought Sang Yuwan was about to die, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He rushed into the ward without asking any questions.

"lady……"

Sang Yuwan was taken aback. "What did you call me?"

Minglang's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye. "I've always called you Madam?"

Sang Yuwan frowned. "Minglang, who gave you the right to call me that?"

Minglang was astonished. "That's what we've all called you since you got married?"

"Marriage?" Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched, and a hint of anger flashed across her delicate features. "Marriage? With whom?"

Her voice, though still soft, seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of ice; each syllable was clear but devoid of any emotional color, giving the impression of an insurmountable chasm.

Minglang stared in astonishment, speechless for a long time.

Seeing that he remained silent, Sang Yuwan's gaze sharpened, and she asked again, "Is it with Rong Zhi?"

Minglang froze instantly. His eyes widened, his lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word, as if an invisible force had choked him. The muscles in his face trembled slightly.

"Speak." Sang Yuwan stared into his eyes, emphasizing her words.

His chest heaved more and more violently, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. After a few minutes, he cautiously spoke.

"Madam, have you forgotten something?"