Chapter 997

Ling Siye didn't say much about this, his expression was always cold, indifferent and unfamiliar.

Days like this passed day by day, and Qiao Nian'en suffered from endless waiting for half a month. She originally thought that Ling Siye would recover his memory soon, but after so long, there was still no progress.

Could it be that Ling Siye had really wiped her out of his memory forever?

This thought made Qiao Nianen restless, and she anxiously went to the doctor to inquire about the situation, but every time she got it, the doctor always sighed helplessly, "Sorry, Ms. Qiao, we really can't guarantee when Mr. Ling will recover his memory. Can wait."

Qiao Nianen returned to the ward in great disappointment, but the second before entering the ward, she quickly wiped away her tears. She just wanted to carry all her troubles on her back, and she didn't want Ling Siye to notice.

It's just that after half a month of taking care of her, Ling Siye, who silently watched Qiao Nianen, was already familiar with every little expression on her face. From the moment she entered the door, it was obvious that Qiao Nianen had just cried.

"Are you crying?" Ling Siye held back for a long time, and finally asked out loud. If it was before, he wouldn't care about anything about strange women.

Qiao Nianen showed a forced smile, "No, how is it possible?"

"Is it because of me? Because I still haven't been able to remember who you are." Ling Siye pointed out the reason sharply, and then said softly after a pause for a few seconds, "Actually, you can leave without taking care of me so carefully. "

Qiao Nianen shook his head stubbornly, "It's okay, one day, you will remember who I am."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Nian'en walked towards the easel she had brought in the ward, reached out to pick up the paintbrush, dipped the paint and swayed it on the canvas.

Lying on the bed, Ling Siye looked at the thin but resolute figure in front of him, and suddenly felt that a part of his heart had become extra-soft.

This girl, seemingly weak and boneless, has the same stubbornness as him.

These days, she took care of him in every detail, and even moved the easel into the ward. When I have free time, I paint for him. Such kindness is truly commendable.

Ling Siye didn't know what the relationship between himself and the angelic girl in front of him was, but what he could confirm so far was that he didn't reject this girl. For the first time, he even felt that just watching her paint quietly like this was the best thing in the world. things to enjoy.

As Qiao Nianen's brush wandered, more and more dancing waves gradually appeared on the canvas. The waves beat against the reddish-brown rocks. Not far from the rocks, there was a figure of Dao Wei'an. Although he couldn't see the front, he could feel the boundless loneliness of that person just by looking at his back.

Ling Siye, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked at those paintings, and his eyelids suddenly twitched. Why, he always felt that these paintings were very familiar? Knowing that the girl has not taken away the pen, he has already predicted all the details of the drawing in advance?

There was a flash of light in Ling Siye's eyes, which was quickly drawn into his eyes. His expression was as indifferent as ever. He just leaned on the hospital bed and watched the drawing quietly. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Si Ye, do you still remember this painting?" She held the painting in front of him, "At that time you bought this painting for 100 million, because this painting is your back view."

Ling Siye continued to look at the painting, as if going back a long time ago, he was often staring at this painting in a daze.

Qiao Nianen continued to take care of Ling Siye thoughtfully, without any sign of impatience, although he still didn't seem to want to restore his memory at all.

Time passed in a hurry from the daily silence of the two, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.

On this day, Qiao Nianen sat in front of the drawing as usual, sketching the drawing with a pen. And those bright colors are following her wrist, gradually turning into a naive little girl.

The little girl is about ten months old, wearing a white floral dress, with a sweet and lovely smile, like a little angel who accidentally fell into the mortal world, and people can't help but want to go up and hug her in their arms.

Looking at the little girl on the drawing, Ling Siye's calm eyes quickly set off waves, and his whole body began to tremble.

Why did this girl give him a weird feeling, although he had never seen it before, but his heart became extra soft because of the smile on the little girl's face?

"Who is this?" Ling Siye raised his head and asked Qiao Nianen who was sitting in front of the easel.

Qiao Nian'en was wearing the same white floral dress as in the drawing today, her jet-black hair was draped lazily on her shoulders, and her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of dazzling rays of light.

When she was seriously painting, she heard Ling Siye's question, and turned her head gently to look into Ling Siye's eyes, "This is our daughter."

Ling Siye's eyes changed suddenly, as if he was startled by Qiao Nianen's answer, he shook his head and said, "No, I don't have a daughter, don't lie to me!"

Qiao Nian'en didn't refute, she put down her paintbrush, took out Ling Siye's previous recording from her pocket, and pressed the play button, "I, Ling Siye, regardless of whether I will lose my memory after the operation, Nian'en is my eternal memory." wife!"

A familiar voice sounded in the quiet ward, and Ling Siye's heart beat as fast as a drum.

He couldn't be more familiar with the voice just now, because it was obviously said by him, but why didn't he have the slightest impression?

Qiao Nianen looked at the shocked Ling Siye, turned his phone to the photo album, and showed him the group photo of the two of them before Ling Siye entered the operating room, "Look, this is our group photo when you were preparing to enter the operating room."

Ling Siye was immersed in boundless shock, subconsciously looked at the phone, and was stunned by his affectionate eyes in the group photo.

In the group photo, he stared at the girl in front of him, the affection full of it was moving.

He stretched out his hand to take the phone, and accidentally slid his fingers, only to realize that the entire photo album in his hand was saved with the girl in front of him. Some were photos of them together, and some were apparently candid shots that she hadn't noticed.

Qiao Nianen then saw those photos, and his memory jumped back to the sweet time before the two broke up. Those photos were probably left by Ling Siye at that time.

Unexpectedly, he has changed so many mobile phones, but still keeps all her photos.

"This is a group photo we took when we went fishing at the beach. This is a bonfire party. This one seems to be..." Qiao Nianen pointed to the photo on his phone, and the smile on his face became warmer and sweeter. With these photos, people's thoughts go back to those good times in the past.

Looking at the photo album on the phone, and listening to Qiao Nianen describe the details of the relationship between the two, Ling Siye's hard-hard heart instantly softened.

Occasionally, he would glance sideways at Qiao Nianen, his eyes filled with tenderness that he hadn't even noticed.