"Thank you." Jun Mochan instinctively reached out to rub her head.
As soon as his hand stretched out, he realized it was inappropriate and awkwardly pulled it back.
In the hotel, Jun Mochan followed Shen Yuzhe to attend to his wound, while Ye Ranran sat anxiously on the sofa, waiting.
"That move of yours worked pretty well. A 'self-sacrifice' strategy, huh? I bet she'll trust you more now." Shen Yuzhe remarked while disinfecting the wound.
Shen Yuzhe hadn't seen Jun Mochan's skills personally, but in all these years, he'd never witnessed him get hurt. It must've been deliberate.
Getting injured isn't that easy for him—unless he intended it to happen.
"These past few days, I've been combing through tons of information. Do you think she might have been hypnotized?" Ye Ranran's inability to recall even a fragment of her past had troubled him for quite some time, forcing him to dive into countless books.
Finally, he found something.
