In the empty ward, Xu Xiaoxing looked confused, turned his head sideways, and asked Lu Jiachen suspiciously.

Lu Jiachen looked at her puzzled appearance, gently rubbed her hair, and said gently.

"Nope."

Obviously he was only injured on the cheek, but he occupied the largest and best VIP ward in the hospital.

Xu Xiaoxing looked around the ward with some hesitation, turned his head, and asked him suspiciously.

"Are you sure you need to come to this ward?"

"Why not?"

While speaking, Lu Jiachen lay down on the hospital bed, began to pretend to be sick, covered his cheeks, and groaned bitterly.

"It hurts!"

Xu Xiaoxing glanced at him helplessly, and was just about to leave, but he quickly grabbed her hand and put it on his face.

"Why don't you hurry up and feel sorry for me?"

raised his eyebrows, he looked pitiful, and it really made people feel so pitiful, Xu Xiaoxing admitted it.

Who told Lu Jiachen to stay by her side all year round?

Since he is already so affectionate to himself, he is embarrassed to say that when he is "sick", leave him alone.

"Your wound is so small that it doesn't even have the size of a needle."

Xu Xiaoxing opened his mouth and complained.

Compared with a year ago, under the slow run-in of time, the personalities of the two people have changed a lot.

Now they are the most prosaic happiness, but also the most real happiness.

Smith walked out of the room and stood outside the room for a long time to calm down, leaning against the wall and exhaling to exhale all his boredom.

Through one door, he could still hear the sounds of frolicking inside.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, the sound insulation of this hospital is really poor.

Although Lu Jiachen and the two of them spoke Chinese, the laughter from time to time let Smith know that they got along very well.

This made Smith a little decadent, and suddenly he didn't know what the point of his coming here was.

Standing up straight, he walked towards Zhang Meiling's ward little by little with heavy steps.

"Knock Knock ......"

Remembering Zhang Meiling's attitude just now, Smith hesitated for a moment, reached out and knocked on the door.

In the ward, Zhang Meiling glanced at Abigail, who was washing grapes in the bathroom and didn't hear a knock on the door, and spoke.

"Come in."

Hearing Zhang Meiling's permission, Smith opened the door and walked in.

"Why are you back again?"

The moment she saw him, a trace of irritability surged in Zhang Meiling's heart.

Abigail, who heard the movement outside and had just finished washing the grapes, came out and saw Smith with sparkling eyes.

"Here we are."

Turning her head, Zhang Meiling's eyes flowed between the two people.

"Hmm."

Nodding, Smith walked over to her, took the plate of freshly washed grapes from her hand, and walked to Zhang Meiling, who didn't seem to welcome him too much.

Abigail jumped up and down behind him like a bunny, expressing with her whole body that Smith was coming, and she was happy.

"I just washed this grape, and I even tasted it on purpose, it was very sweet."

poked her head out from behind Smith, and I don't know if she said this to Xu Xiaoxing or Smith.

After all, his eyes were on Smith, but he pushed the plate with grapes in front of Zhang Meiling.

"Really?"

Zhang Meiling's expression was a little strange, but Abigail didn't notice it, and now her eyes seemed to be only Smith.

Reaching out, she plucked a grape and put it in her mouth.

Smith followed her and picked one and put it in her mouth, moving in a chic and fluent manner.

"Sweet, huh?"

Abigail asked, as if inviting credit.

The two of them nodded tacitly, and then they were taken aback by this tacit understanding.

"It's sweet!"

Zhang Meiling smiled at Abigail, reached out and grabbed another grape, put it in her mouth, and ate it happily.

The three of them get along fairly well, and the atmosphere seems to be quite good.

I just don't know why, Smith always felt a little strange, but he couldn't say why.

After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of what the three of them had talked about at the doctor in the morning, thought about it, and spoke.

"Miling ......"

"Huh?"

Zhang Meiling, who was holding the grapes and preparing to put them in her mouth, heard him suddenly call herself, raised her head, and looked at him suspiciously.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, Smith said word for word.

"It's just that I want to ask you, do you want to go back and see the place where you used to live?"

His question is more gentle, and he is still afraid to say that Zhang Meiling will resist everything before.

After all, she's forgotten everything before, hasn't she?

"Where did you live before?"

Zhang Meiling raised her head and glanced at Abigail, who nodded with a look of approval.

"What kind of place did I live in?"

Looking at Smith curiously, she waited for their reply.

"Before, you were a nurse, Abigail was also a nurse, a colleague of yours, and you met because you worked in the same hospital, and I was the doctor there."

Smith spoke, recalling the past for her little by little, and hearing this, Zhang Meiling raised her own questions.

"So, where did I know you, too?"

"It's not."

Hurriedly waved his hand, he denied it, and said.

"The two of us are childhood sweethearts, we've known each other since childhood, maybe you don't have any impression at all, but it doesn't matter, I can take you back and help you recover your memory."

Reaching out, Smith covered her hand.

Abigail, who was standing behind him, saw his movements, the corners of his mouth stiffened, he couldn't say a word, and lowered his head silently.

"Go back?"

Zhang Meiling tilted her head, her bright big eyes were all confused and innocent, and said.

"Aren't we from here?"

She reached out and pointed to the land beneath her, and Smith quickly shook his head.

"No, we're not from this country, and if we want to go back, we'll have to take a long flight."

Abigail stood behind Smith, all of his expressions under Zhang Meiling's eyes.

Smiling, Zhang Meiling shook her head and said.

"I don't want to go back."