At noon, You Mingxu called Chen Feng and was informed that Yin Feng had not yet regained consciousness. She continued with her work. As soon as the end-of-work bell rang, she left the office first—an unprecedented move—hailed a taxi, and headed straight to Xianghui Hospital.
Not long after the taxi started moving, Chen Feng sent a text: "Teacher Yin is awake!"
You Mingxu smiled and urged the driver, "Master, could you please drive faster?"
The driver replied, "Sure! Is someone in your family sick?"
You Mingxu looked out the window and answered, "My boyfriend. It's nothing serious."
Yin Feng was still staying in the same VIP ward as before. As You Mingxu stepped out of the elevator, she happened to run into Chen Feng coming out of the room. They exchanged a glance, and she nodded before walking straight into the ward. Because of this, she didn’t notice the unusual expression on Chen Feng’s face.
If Chen Feng was usually gentle, refined, and unhurried, today he was clearly unsettled. When he saw You Mingxu appear, his gaze flickered. Watching her rush into the room, he seemed to hesitate, wanting to say something but holding back. In the end, he quietly called the nurse out of the room as well and then closed the door.
You Mingxu’s eyes immediately fell on the man leaning against the bed, slowly sipping a bowl of porridge.
Outside, the sky had already darkened, and the room was bathed in soft lighting. He wore an immaculately clean and fresh hospital gown, and his hair seemed to have been combed before her arrival, making him appear even more fair-skinned and handsome, his features sharp and clear.
Suddenly, You Mingxu remembered how, on the mountain, he had called out "A Xu" with a hint of a sob before collapsing unconscious. Her heart softened. No matter what issues he had now or whether he would recover in the future, she would take responsibility for him.
She glanced at Yin Feng’s hand resting on the porcelain bowl—slender, pale, and strong-boned. Just looking at his hand now stirred feelings of tenderness and affection in her heart.
He was hers. Whether he was a little man or a grown man, he was hers.
Yin Feng noticed her too and looked up, his clear, deep eyes showing no change whatsoever.
But You Mingxu was too happy to pay much attention. She walked over, wrapped one arm around him, and pulled him into an embrace, saying with a smile, "You scared me to death. How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt? Anywhere else uncomfortable?"
He remained silent.
There was only a soft "clink" as he set the bowl down on the bedside table.
And his hands did not, as they usually did, quickly wrap around her waist.
You Mingxu froze for a moment. A sliver of doubt, like a tender sprout, swiftly emerged from the depths of her heart. She released him, sat down on the edge of the bed, less than half a foot away from him, and met his gaze.
In her haste to enter earlier, she hadn’t paid close attention. His hospital gown wasn’t buttoned up neatly and properly as it usually was—the first two buttons were undone, revealing some well-proportioned and firm muscle. After her embrace, he seemed completely unmoved, one hand resting on the bedside table, the other on the blanket, his middle finger lightly tapping the surface. His face wasn’t tilted toward her in its usual cheerful manner. Instead, his jaw was slightly drawn in, making his facial lines appear tense and restrained. His eyes were as deep as a well reflecting the night sky, and the detached, calm look in them—You Mingxu couldn’t possibly mistake it.But with a single glance from him, You Mingxu suddenly felt the entire world around her fall into silence. The man before her was so familiar—every contour, even every inch of his body—she had known and possessed them all. Yet now, he was unmistakably someone else. Without even speaking, every finger, every subtle movement carried the aura of the 30-year-old Yin Feng. He was utterly different from the one who would cling to her, coax her, adore her, and love her.
You Mingxu only felt her heart sinking bit by bit. In a daze, she could still hear that person whispering in her ear: "A Xu, I love only you, I worship you. I'm willing to die for you. As long as you love me too."
But now, the same person was scrutinizing her with a gaze as cool as water.
An overwhelming sense of absurdity washed over her heart. You Mingxu's nose tingled with unshed tears, but she refused to give up. Staring intently into his eyes, she called out again, "You Yingjun?"
Then, she watched as the man before her slowly, very slowly, revealed a faint smile. Yet his eyes remained devoid of any warmth.
"What? Do I have another name?" The voice was identical, but his tone was heavy and measured, completely devoid of the youthful exuberance it once held. He said, "Who came up with it? It's as stupid as dog shit. Don't call me that again."
You Mingxu had never felt like this before. As she looked at him, she felt her heart contract silently, tightening into a knot before a dull, suffocating pain finally set in.
Had she just lost You Yingjun like this?
Just like that?
It wasn't as if she hadn't considered the possibility of him recovering one day. At most, she had anticipated a drastic change in his temperament, leaving their future together to fate. But she never expected that, judging by his tone just now, it was an all-or-nothing situation—he simply didn't remember this period at all.
In the blink of an eye, he was looking at her with unfamiliar eyes.
She heard herself ask, "What do you remember about us? How much do you remember?"
His expression finally shifted slightly. He didn't answer immediately, pausing the tapping of his middle finger. He said, "I've only been awake for less than half an hour, and my mind is still recovering. I haven't figured out what happened during this time. You should go back first. Once I sort things out, if necessary..." He smiled faintly. "I'll contact you."
You Mingxu fell silent for a moment, her face now devoid of any expression. Then she stood up and walked toward the door.
Behind her, Yin Feng looked up and watched her for a few moments. Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest again, he heard a sound. Opening his eyes, he saw that she had not only closed the door but had also locked it from the inside.
Yin Feng's expression turned cold.
You Mingxu strode directly back to him. Instead of sitting, she pressed one hand against the wall beside him, leaned down, and said, "I'm not used to waiting. Let's make things clear right now. How much does that brain of yours, which has rotted multiple times, remember about the past year? And don't even think about calling for help. Believe me, no one would dare come in here, and no one could."
To the current Yin Feng, no woman had ever dared to speak to him like this. He had never encountered such a domineering, unyielding woman. For a moment, he was slightly taken aback.The woman was undoubtedly beautiful, but she barely wore any makeup and lacked refinement. She exuded a wild, earthy vitality tinged with the grit of everyday life. What Yin Feng couldn’t ignore was that from the moment she stepped into the room, a familiar feeling surged through his heavy mind. He even sensed a wave of intimacy and reassurance—something he had never experienced in his thirty years of life.
So, under her intense gaze, he didn’t retreat but instead leaned forward, lifting his head until their faces were mere centimeters apart. He could feel their breaths mingling intimately on each other’s skin, and he even sensed an inexplicable flutter in his own heart.
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