Yan Ye pushed the door open and saw a shadow moving around on the bed.
If he didn't know it was Lian Xinying on the bed, this scene might have looked a bit scary.
Because she hadn't turned on the lights.
After Yan Ye turned on the light, Lian Xinying looked towards him, holding her head.
"I... my head hurts so much! Am I about to regain my memory?!" Lian Xinying recalled watching amnesia scenes in dramas, thinking this might be it.
Yan Ye was encouraged by her words and immediately went over to hold her in his arms.
"Yingying, hurry and regain your memory!"
"My head hurts! It hurts so much!" Lian Xinying moaned in pain.
There wasn't a bit of sleepiness.
"Yingying, don't be afraid. I'm holding you, I'm here with you..." Yan Ye held her, his brows knitted, as he massaged her temples gently.
Lian Xinying's breathing started to slowly calm down.
About half an hour later, Lian Xinying had completely calmed down.
