This evening, Ye Fan was uneasy, always feeling that something was about to happen, a feeling of stifling anxiety.
His mind was chaotic, wanting to organize his emotions, but he couldn't find a way to start.
It was as if he was being targeted by danger; he sensed it, yet he couldn't do anything.
Amidst the agitation, he didn't have the thought to stimulate himself to regain his memory.
He couldn't focus on thinking, making his complexion rather unsightly.
"Why am I so anxious? I've never felt like this before," Ye Fan murmured softly, full of doubt.
At this moment, Yan Sinna knocked on his door, holding a cup of water.
Ye Fan opened the door to let Yan Sinna in. Since his deep talk with Mengyao, he hadn't gone to see Mengyao and the others, nor had they come to find him. He focused all his thoughts on recovering his memory.
