Gong Heng said with a smile, "Don't cry anymore, I have returned. Even though I've lost my memory, I still feel a strong familiarity with you, and I believe that my memory will inevitably come back."
Because, he couldn't bear to forget her.
Mu Mian responded wistfully, "Then, about getting married..."
Gong Heng soothed her, "Let's wait a bit longer. I think it's best to get married after I've regained my memory! Otherwise, it would be too unfair to you."
Mu Mian leaned into his embrace, "Then don't make me wait too long."
"Mhm."
Gong Heng had undergone surgery on his back, which required daily medication and bandaging. She wanted to help him, but he wouldn't allow it. He would go to the sixty-sixth floor around seven o'clock every evening for Zhuo Xiusi to tend his wounds and then come back down after they were taken care of.
Mu Mian knew that Gong Heng didn't want her to see his shocking wounds and was taking care to protect her.