Shi Su had just returned home and heard Shi Mianmian speaking from behind the door, so she pushed it open and walked in.
"Shi Mianmian, you're such a little home-wrecker, thinking you're mighty just because you cry loudly..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she raised her eyes and suddenly halted.
A man was bracing the edge of the bed with one hand, half-sitting up, his hair slightly disheveled from having been asleep for three days.
These past days, she had seen him comatose; she knew he was handsome, but she didn't expect him to be so... after opening his eyes.
Shi Su considered herself well-acquainted with good-looking men, yet she momentarily faltered when meeting his gaze, only coming to her senses after a few seconds, as she approached the bedside.
"Awake now, as long as you're not dead. Give me your family's contact information, I'll call them to take you home. You didn't have a phone or wallet on you in that suit and shirt, I had no choice but to bring you here. Now that you're awake, vacate my bed early."
Shi Su raised her hand to rub her shoulder: "Made me sleep on the sofa for three days."
Her gaze returned to the man on the bed: "I'm asking you, do you have your family's contact information?"
The man glanced at her, saying only two words: "Don't have."
Without any explanation, his voice was low and distant, due to his heavy injuries.
"Don't have? How could you not have it? Surely you have your parents' or relatives' phone numbers? Or your home address?"
Jing Jihan remained silent for a few seconds, giving a crisp and brief reply: "Don't remember."
He couldn't go back now; it wasn't the right time.
Shi Su's eyelids twitched, recalling the cliff and the rubble in the grass she'd seen that day, then thinking of this man's seemingly injured head and heavily bruised body—could it be… amnesia?
This clichéd, melodramatic amnesia plot, not even scripts dare to write it like this now.
Without a second thought, Shi Su picked up her phone: "If you really can't remember, I'll have to take you to the police. I could save you once, but I can't keep you here without any ties."
At this moment, Jing Jihan noticed the medicine in the drip had run out, so he directly pulled out the needle.
Seeing the tiny beads of blood instantly form on the back of his hand, Shi Su reflexively rushed to the bedside, grabbed some disinfectant cotton left by the doctor, and pressed it to his hand: "Seriously hurt your brain, did you? Pulling out the needle with such injuries?"
As Shi Su suddenly touched him, a gentle fragrance wafted into his nose, causing him to look at the woman who approached his face: "Injured like this, can I endure police interrogation?"
Shi Su's expression shifted subtly, she let go and took a step back, skeptically looking at him: "How can you be so calm when you don't remember anything? Do you really not remember who you are? Or do you think we mother and daughter are easy to bully? Trying to fool me?"
Jing Jihan pressed the disinfectant cotton to his hand without interference, his lips curving subtly: "Even if I can't recall everything about myself, I still have images from right before the incident in my mind, I was hit by a car near the edge of a cliff on a winding road, fell down with the car, this proves I'm injured from an accident, at least I'm not a bad person. You've kept me here for three days, a few more shouldn't make a big difference."
"How can it not make a difference, I've been on the sofa for three days, okay..."
"I can sleep on the sofa."
"The point is not that! It's that you're unknown!"
"I am not a bad person."
"Even so!"
"You can do it."
"..."
Who wakes up from amnesia this calmly?
Composed and unflustered, something is definitely off.
Although he's heavily injured, leaning against the bed, he still has an air of authority, as if issuing orders...
Is this a memory error thinking he has a throne to inherit back home?