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"Husband, has my condition changed again?

Do not lie to me! You tell me so I can cope better.

In fact, you really can't lie when you are facing me, your eyes will dodge, and your expression betrays your words. "

Wen Rao, who has lost his perception, can observe more calmly and delicately than ordinary people.

Her words made Zhan Yan blush involuntarily.

Zhan's mother turned away and hid in Zhan's father's arms.

Mr. Zhan sighed, leaned down and gently patted Wen Rao on the shoulder.

"Raoruo, when you were in a coma, Xiao Yan was even more sad than when she was injured.

He didn't tell you because he didn't want you to face huge pressure as soon as you woke up.

Your situation is quite special, unlike me, an old guy, whose life is set in stone in the remaining few years.

You and Xiaoyan still have infinite possibilities. Don't be angry with him. In fact, it is difficult for him. "

Mr. Zhan hoped that Wen Rao would get better, but he also felt sorry for Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan's love is so infatuated and single-minded that sometimes he can't help but torture himself.

He wanted to bear the pain of both people on himself.

"Grandpa, thank you."

Wen Rao calmed down and looked up at Mr. Zhan.

She did almost quarrel with Zhan Yan just now.

Because she felt that the best way to understand her condition was through Zhan Yan, but he was hiding it from her now.

But her grandfather's words made her see another side of Zhan Yan.

His repression, forbearance, and embarrassment.

"I am still happy that this old guy can still help. It's not too late for me to be happy.

Okay, let's not be light bulbs anymore. "

Grandpa asked Zhan's father and Zhan's mother to go back first and leave this place to Zhan Yan.

"Raoruo, I'll make soup when I get back and bring it to you later."

Zhan's mother remembered Wen Rao's body and wanted to make soup for her.

"Mom, don't come here when you go back. I have Xiao Yan here."

Wen Rao waved his hand towards Zhan's mother.

"He can't make soup. You can't refuse me, that's it."

Zhan's mother no longer gave Wen Rao a chance to refuse, and pulled Zhan's father away first.

Zhan's mother really treats Wen Rao as her daughter.

Now every time I think of my previous rejection of Wen Rao, I want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

If it weren't for Wen Rao, Xiao Yan would still be the work robot without emotions and warmth.

Rao Rao is Xiao Yan’s emotional salvation and eternity.

After Mr. Zhan and the others left, only Wen Rao and Zhan Yan were left in the ward.

Zhan Yan sighed softly and explained Wen Rao's condition.

"Raoruo, you are my wife and the person I love most.

I dare not think that one day you will forget me and our past.

So I don’t want you to take too much. "

Zhan Yan's pressure flowed slowly at this moment, stretching endlessly.

The calmer his tone, the more distressed Wen Rao felt.

Wen Rao hugged him and expressed distress.

"Then I will write a diary every day starting from today.

The protagonist of the diary is you!

I will write down everything you said, did, and ate.

If in the future... if I don't remember it, just show it to me.

Let's make memories together. "

Wen Rao thought that one day, she might completely lose her memory, and her heart throbbed inexplicably.

Her lips gently brushed against Zhan Yan's cheek, feeling moist and warm.

"Husband, I can fall in love with you again and get through this."

Hearing Wen Rao's words, Zhan Yan felt sad and moved endlessly.

"You said you fell in love with me again?"

Zhan Yan held her face in his hands, his eyes bright and affectionate.

Wen Rao pointed to the heart.

"Tell me this. I'm falling in love with you all over again, even more than before."

Wen Rao rarely said such beautiful words of love.

At this moment, these words were the most touching words Zhan Yan had heard in the past thirty years.

At the same time, Rong Xinyan walked past the door of the ward pretending to be suspicious.

Seeing this scene through the glass on the door, I thought I would be dismissive, but my mood was inexplicably rippled with unwillingness and jealousy.