Qin Youbei agreed with his statement.
Sometimes her memory was indeed very poor, forgetting what she said, did, or where she put things as soon as she turned around, no matter how hard she tried to recall.
But those things were not important.
If she forgot them, so be it, but this was different.
A sniper rifle, her head—it was clear someone wanted her dead.
What kind of grudge necessitated such an act?
She did not want to forget; she wanted, and needed, to remember—to make sure the person who hurt her received the punishment they deserved.
Seeing Qin Youbei so focused, staring straight ahead without moving, Gu Xiao genuinely worried that she might have some adverse reaction from overexerting her brain right after waking up.
Gu Xiao's narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and he leaned down to cover her lips with his.
It wasn't because he wanted to distract her that he kissed her.
He had been longing to do so, wanting to the moment she woke up and to hold her tightly in his arms.
