The day after I became the top rival, he had a car accident and lost his memory.
The whole internet was waiting for him to wake up and tear me apart, so my manager asked me to prepare a statement about my withdrawal from the industry.
When I was packing my bags and running away overnight, the ward door was pushed open.
Shen Qingci was wearing a hospital gown, holding my wrist with his pale fingertips, his eyes vacant and focused:
"Who are you?"
"Why does my heart hurt when I see you?"
Later, he forgot the awards he had won, the lines he had memorized, and even how to use chopsticks.
But I remember the earring in my left ear, I remember that I add two portions of sugar to my coffee, and I remember that there is a small light brown mole on my lower back.
——But these are not found in the body of the original owner.
Until he pressed me down in the dressing room, a hot kiss fell on the side of my neck, and his voice was hoarse:
"Director Jiang, is it fun for you to pretend to have amnesia?"
"When you disappeared from my world three years ago... Did you ever think that I would chase you?"
