Chapter 34 (2/2)

Han Qilu walks down the hallway alone, but the servant opens the door for him. When he heads to his room, he passes by An Chuxia’s room. He stops walking when he sees the doorknob to her room.

He’s sure she had help with the dishes he likes the most. What’s the best way to express gratitude?

Opening her door should be a simple matter, but he can’t seem to turn the knob. The thought of opening the door is taking too much effort.

He doesn’t know how long he stood there, but it seems like a while. As soon as he gets the courage to turn the knob, it turns, and An Chuxia emerges.

“Just got up?” An Chuxia asks as she opens the door. She’s devoid of emotion.

“Well… yes.” he nods, not knowing what to say. His heart is pounding like he’s running a race. Why does he feel like this?

“Then, good night. I’m heading down for a glass of water.” She turns just enough to get around him.

“Hey, wait!” Han Qilu takes a few steps toward her. “I… just had dinner.”

“Hmmm?” An Chuxia remembers Jiang Yuan setting the table for him. She guesses they talked.

Seeing her odd reaction, Han Qilu thinks she misunderstood him. “My mom said to taste the dinner you made. It just so happens I didn’t eat much dinner.”

“Okay… .” An Chuxia nods. She knows he ate the dinner she made, but his statement doesn’t move her. A meal doesn’t have any meaning if you can’t eat together.

“The meal was very good, especially the shrimp!” He gives her a thumbs up.

Since finding out she has seafood allergies, she recalls him telling her to take an antihistamine before eating seafood. Apparently, he doesn’t recall that part… .

Well, he can’t recall anything about her, so this is par for the course.

She raises her eyes wearily. “The head chef made the shrimp dish. If there’s nothing else, I’m going downstairs.”

She swallows bitterly. She doesn’t want to drink water, afraid it will turn to tears. He watches her escape, and all he feels is a loss in his heart.

Wait, what is he missing? His brain must not be right.

Once he returns to his room, he makes up his mind to learn about those lost months. Was there a memory he wanted to forget? Those memories need to come back, they have to!

Han Qilu unlocks his phone, but remembers he doesn’t have the attending physician’s number. However, he remembers the hospital. He writes a letter addressed to the facility and requests for his attending physician.

He rummages for paper and takes it to the table in the balcony. He writes a long letter in English. He may not have good grades in the language, but he knows proficiency in the language is quite useful.

This is knowledge he’s learned from his father. When he missed classes because he had to accompany his father for business, he made up for his classes so he can speak and write fluently in English.

His letter asks his physician how he can get his memories back quickly.

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At the Nangong villa, Daihu hurries to Zifei’s room and knocks on it rapidly. “Boss, I just heard!!!”

Mage, who’s in the next room, was securing a belt around her waist when she hears Daihu call out. She tenses, and drops the belt on the bed. She quickly walks to the door to hear what he has to say.

“They’re going to Stein tomorrow!” He sees Zifei in the balcony, so he walks in with a smile. “It seems like she has recovered from her concussion. After watching the video, it shows Han Qilu pushing her to the ground. That’s how she got concussed.”

“You said Han Qilu?” Nangong Zifei’s hands grip the steel balls in his hands. It seems that Han Qilu’s amnesia is not a rumor. He doesn’t remember An Chuxia.