"Dr. Xu, please keep the distance between doctor and patient."
When he said the cruelest words in the most polite tone, Xia Nuannuan realized that the disappearance of the golden pattern was not the end, but the forgetfulness.
When she was seven years old, a golden pattern appeared on her wrist, which was painful and life-threatening.
When she was seventeen years old, the talented young man from the pharmacy next door used a silver needle to stop her pain. When the blue light resonated with the gold pattern, he said with red tips on his ears: "Nuan Nuan, I seem to be able to feel your heartbeat."
At the age of twenty-five, she finally learned to taste sweetness in pain, but fate made the most painful joke -
The silver streaks got out of control during pregnancy, so he activated the forbidden technique to protect her at the cost of forgetting her a little bit every day.
"Xu Yan, do you still remember the first bowl of medicine you made for me today?"
"The thirty-eighth bowl... Strange, why do I count this?"
When the green plum blossoms are gone, he will still habitually rub the wrists of the people around him with his gray hair on the wicker chair in the Hui Chun Hall.
Although I can't remember why, the temperature from my palm is hotter than memory.
