The warm yellow of the streetlights streamed through the car window, casting the man's handsome face in shadows of ambiguity.
He gazed at the woman's charming eyes and brows, his fingertips lingering on her fair little face, his eyes brimming with tenderness.
An hour ago, when he opened his eyes again, he found that his memory had halted at the moment after he and An Yan had argued over Su Manxi, when he went to the mountain to find her and encountered Mu Qianfan.
He knew his memory couldn't be fully restored, but he was grateful because his recollection stopped at the stage where he had already fallen in love with her.
Although there wasn't enough trust at that time, leading to some misunderstandings, he still had the complete process of how the two of them came to be together.
An Yan filled him in on what happened afterward, which somewhat compensated for his lost memories.
Fu Shiyan smiled back at her, "Nervous, what should I do? Can you help me relax?"