Gong Heng looked at her petite face, "You know I've lost my memory, aren't you sad?"
"Sad," Mu Mian said earnestly, "but that's nothing compared to the joy of having you stand in front of me again. I know that you wouldn't want to forget me either."
"For over half a year, I've been dreaming of you, but I couldn't see your face. It wasn't until you appeared in front of me that the face in my dreams gradually became clear—it was you."
There was a relieved smile on Mu Mian's face.
"Brother, don't think too much. You are irreplaceable to me. Someone will cure your memory, and even if they can't, it doesn't matter. I will always be by your side, creating many, many wonderful memories."
Gong Heng looked at her petite face, touched by the softness deep within his heart.
"I must have loved you deeply."
Although the memory was lost, the love remained.
The love for her had never changed.
Mu Mian held his hand tightly, her smile a blend of sadness and joy.
