Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

"Late night..."

Rong Zhi gently stroked Sang Yuwan's cheek, curled the corners of his lips, and called softly.

The low, gentle voice, like a ray of gentle sunlight in the morning light, penetrates the mist and gently brushes past the ear. The warm tone, delicate and soft, without the slightest impatience or clamor, is like a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze, inadvertently touching the heartstrings.

"Late night..."

Each sound is heavier than the last.

Rong Zhi's eyes gradually turned red.

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

The two of them finally cleared all obstacles and could soon be together openly.

Accidents always catch people off guard.

Rong Zhi's chest felt as if suddenly gripped by an invisible force. A sourness like aged vinegar suddenly emerged, slowly but resolutely spreading. An indescribable heaviness and bitterness was mercilessly stirred at this moment.

Thick mist gradually appeared in the red eyes.

"Late night..."

Rong Zhi held Sang Yuwan's hand and pressed it against his lips.

Sang Yuwan, lying on the hospital bed, had her eyelashes trembling slightly twice, and her fingertips moved subtly.

Rong Zhi's breathing stagnated and he looked over with his eyes lowered.

Sang Yuwan slowly opened her eyes, as if she had experienced a long time.

The dark pupils reflected Rong Zhi's handsome face.

He was full of surprise, "Wanwan, are you awake?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were hazy at first, like the sky not yet fully awakened at dawn, filled with a hint of confusion and discomfort. As consciousness gradually returned, the confusion was gradually replaced by a warm light, like two gentle beams of sunlight, penetrating the faint scent of disinfectant in the ward and gently illuminating everything around them.

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

Rong Zhi's heart sank, his mouth half-open, but no sound came out. The emotions surging in his heart were so complex that they were difficult to describe.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with an indescribable oppression. Without warning, his world was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force. That force was neither a violent storm nor a thunderbolt in the dark night.

She really didn't recognize him anymore.

Rong Zhi slowly put her hand down, raised his lips, suppressed his emotions, and smiled at her.

"Wanwan, I'm Rongzhi."

"Rong Zhi?"

Sang Yuwan stared at him intently, a bewildered expression on her face. Her hair, carelessly draped across her forehead, softened her slightly pale face, yet also highlighted her restless mood.

"Bo Xingzhi, do you remember?" Rong Zhi tried hard to control his emotions and asked in a gentle voice.

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

"He..." Rong Zhi's heart was gripped violently.

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

"Boss?" Sang Yuwan frowned even more tightly.

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

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

It seems that Sang Yuwan doesn’t remember anyone in the Bo family.

When Rong Zhi was thinking about how to explain, Sang Yuwan suddenly asked him.

"What did you call me just now?"

Rong Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a bad feeling.

She probably doesn't even know who she is anymore.

Rong Zhi adjusted his breathing, his eyebrows slightly raised, "I call you Wanwan."

"Wanwan?" Sang Yuwan frowned. "Are we familiar with each other?"

Rong Zhi's heart seemed to be stabbed by a sharp knife, and a cold wind was blowing in.

The blood freezes.

He couldn't show any pain.

He looked at his beloved woman, and moisture welled up in his eye sockets.

"Wanwan, we are friends."

"Friend?" The strangeness on Sang Yuwan's face was like a layer of mist gently covering her face, making the familiar face suddenly become distant and elusive.

"But I don't know you."

Rong Zhi's heart was beating fast, and his brows were slightly furrowed, "Wanwan, you are sick..."

"Minglang..." Sang Yuwan suddenly interrupted.

Rong Zhi's expression froze.

She didn't remember him, but she remembered Minglang.

How is this going.

"clear……"

Sang Yuwan struggled to sit up.

Rong Zhi hurried to help her.

Sang Yuwan ruthlessly refused and brushed his hand away.

"Please let my bodyguard in."

Rong Zhi's body stiffened and his eyelids drooped slightly.

In his sight, Sang Yuwan's fair skin seemed covered with a thin layer of frost. Her eyes, once like the deep night sky, dotted with stars, now seemed obscured by an invisible veil, revealing an untouchable alienation and indifference.

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

He didn't continue to explain, but responded gently, "I'll call him in right away."

"Thank you." Sang Yuwan said politely.

Rong Zhi turned around, his fingertips pressed against the palm of his hand. He took a deep breath and let the heartache wreak havoc.

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

Minglang, who was halfway on the road, received a call and immediately turned the car around.

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

He was so anxious that he couldn't even finish his words.

"Go in." Rong Zhi's eyes revealed deep sadness and fatigue.

Minglang thought Sang Yuwan was dying, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He rushed into the ward without asking any more questions.

"lady……"

Sang Yuwan was stunned for a moment, "What did you call me?"

Minglang's heart trembled, and he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes. "I always call you Madam?"

Sang Yuwan frowned, "Minglang, who told you to call me that?"

Minglang was astonished. "Is that how we all called you after you got married?"

"Get married?" Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched, and a hint of anger appeared in her delicate eyebrows. "Get married? To whom?"

Although her voice was still gentle, it seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of ice. Each syllable was clear but without any emotion, making people feel an insurmountable gap.

Minglang was so shocked that his eyes widened and he was speechless for a long time.

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

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

"Speak." Sang Yuwan stared into his eyes and emphasized her tone.

Minglang's chest rose and fell more and more violently, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. After a few minutes, he spoke cautiously.

"Madam, have you forgotten something?"