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While I was digesting the porridge, I thought about the word attachment that had appeared in my mind. No matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn't come up with an answer, so he just let him go.

Yang Zi took out a wooden comb from his backpack.

The comb had neat sawteeth and a smooth surface. There was also the word 'sandalwood' inscribed on the wall. It looked like a very ordinary wooden comb. I stared into Yang Zi's eyes. He couldn't be trying to comb my hair, could he?

"Sis, your hair, I'll help you comb it. It was a mess. After these two days, you'll be better. I'll wash your hair. These two days, even if it's a little dirty, you just have to endure it. " From Yang Zi's words, I could tell that I was a clean freak in the past.

"Little brother Yang Zi, I can comb my own hair. "There's no need to trouble yourself." It's really hard for me to accept a big boy with a wooden comb combing my hair, even if he's my boyfriend's savior.

In my panic, I wanted to take away the wooden comb in Yang Zi's hands, but he lightly patted the hands that I raised. A look of affirmation told me to put my hands down and follow his instructions.

"Sis, listen to me. Before you lost your memories, I often helped you comb your hair." I doubted the authenticity of his words, but seeing that Yang Zi did not have any malicious intent, I could only let him go.

Yang Zi's hand gently caressed my hair, it was as warm as the winter sun. I felt the touch as quietly as a brother feels his love for his sister.

"Huh?" Admire, the words that should not have appeared in my mind again. I had some doubts, and they made my head hurt a little.

I raised my right hand and smacked the back of my head.

"This damned head of his hurts every time he tries to think about the past. How vexing." I said glumly.

"Sis, I'm sorry." Yang Zi suddenly grabbed the right hand that I used to knock the back of his head. I don't know why he apologized. I turned to look at him, and his eyes were red. He didn't know why this child's emotions would fluctuate so much.

"Yang Zi, what's wrong? "Why did you say you were sorry?" Yang Zi said that I'm sorry. Could it be that my fall was not an accident like Brother Chen had said? Could it be that this was related to Yang Zi?

Yang Zi saw that my thoughts had already entered the Great Illusionary Land, and seemed to be able to see through my thoughts.

"Sis, I said I was sorry because I thought I had hurt you by combing your hair." Yang Zi's reasoning was extremely lousy, even someone like me, who had lost all my memories, could tell that it was a lie. But I didn't expose him, because I knew that if he chose to lie, it was definitely not enough for an outsider.

"Oh, no, it doesn't hurt at all." I found a way out for Yang Zi.

Yang Zi gently combed my hair. I picked up the book that I had not finished reading and continued to flip through it. My quiet heart was immersed in the miserable fate of the fat balls. I didn't notice in the slightest that Yang Zi, who was combing my hair behind my back, seemed to be crying.

Yang Zi finished combing my hair and took a rubber band to tie it into a high ponytail. He took out a small mirror from his backpack and handed it to me. I folded the book in one corner and closed it. He picked up the small mirror and examined himself. It's just that I saw myself for the first time since I lost my memory, and I can't remember what I looked like anymore.

In the mirror was a oval face, white and delicate, without the slightest hint of blood. My hair was tied up high to hide my weak complexion. So that's what I look like.

"Sis, Master Chen said on the phone that you still have a slight fever." I'll try. " After saying that, Yang Zi immediately used his forehead to test my forehead's temperature. Again I was struck by this sudden intimacy.

"A little better. I'll try the heat gun. " Yang Zi turned around and took the temperature gun from the bedside table and placed it in my ear for test.

"Thirty-seven degrees. Big Sis, your body temperature is gradually returning to normal. " Yang Zi put the temperature spear back to its original position.

"Yeah, I feel a bit stronger too. And I also have to thank you for bringing me that skinny meat porridge. " I truly felt my body become more comfortable, and wasn't as weak as it was before Yang Zi's arrival, as though I wanted to sleep. On the way, I also thanked Yang Zi for bringing the Lean Eggs Porridge.

"Shall I help you to the garden behind the hospital, sister?" There was even more unquestionable care and love in Yang Zi's question.

"Sure." I agree with Yang Zi's suggestion. He really wanted to get off the bed and walk around. If he didn't walk around, he would feel that he was completely lifeless.

I put the book under the pillow.

"Sis, if you like reading, I'll bring you some when I come tomorrow." Yang Zi said to me as he saw me cherish this book more.

"That's fine, sometimes there's a bit of a commotion on TV. "It would be better to look at the books with the scent of ink." I approve of Yang Zi bringing me some books. After all, it was rather boring in the hospital.

I got off the bed and put on a jacket that Yang Zi took out from his handbag. It was an orange coat, large and fat, but it didn't look clumsy on my thin body.

"Sis, you can still be so beautiful." Yang Zi looked at me and praised sincerely.

I shyly smiled at Yang Zi, and with his support I walked out of the sickroom, and arrived at the garden at the north side of the Inpatient Department.

It was late autumn, and the garden was filled only with gold and roses. There was also a tall osmanthus tree that emitted a strong fragrance when competing with the autumn chrysanthemums. The smell of osmanthus flashed through my mind again.

I think I saw the osmanthus tree and Mr. Guan. Eh? I tried to remember again, and the scene disappeared. It was like I was hallucinating.

Yang Zi supported me as we walked along the cobblestone path. I looked up at the osmanthus tree. The milky-white osmanthus flowers were densely packed on the book. It was quiet and peaceful, the complete opposite of the noisy street outside the hospital.

"Yang Zi, when Li Jiajia was there, she said that we would go to some classes together, is that true?" I suddenly remembered that Li Jiajia seemed to have mentioned it when she left that day.

"I was going with you in the beginning, and you were arguing about going to study accounting. Master Chen asked me to accompany you. "However." Yang Zi paused and did not continue.

I looked over my shoulder at him, expecting him to continue.

"But what? Yang Zi? Don't you want to go? " I guessed half of what Yang Zi had said.

"Yes, there's something I have to do at Grandpa Chen's company." I didn't continue to study with you. " This sentence sounded somewhat believable.

"Sigh, I have lost my memory now. Who knew where the lessons went. I can't remember anything. " I sighed.

Looking at the trees full of osmanthus flowers, I once again asked myself, who am I?