Blake felt his heart jump into his throat in those few seconds.
Reason told him he couldn't lie, but his emotions tugged at his actions.
In those brief seconds, an inner conflict waged in his mind.
Isn't being her husband what you've always wanted?
No, doing so would be deceiving her.
But...
"I..." Blake couldn't bring himself to speak, his eyes gradually moistening as he looked at the girl.
Rosie suddenly pulled down the quilt, her small, delicate face exposed to the air. Her bare skin was so fair, and she hesitated for a while: "Don't cry, I heard the doctor say it's just temporary amnesia."
She thought he was upset because she couldn't remember him.
"Yes." Temporary.
Blake gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists.
The girl, like a warm little sun, suddenly placed her small hand over the fist he had clenched, her eyes curving like crescent moons: "I will get better."
At this moment, Blake's heart was completely governed by emotion, with no trace of reason.
