Jian Han's condition started to improve. She started to be able to eat her meals. She would not vomit anymore, and she started to come down from her bed. She drew the curtains open to bask in that eye-straining sunshine.
In a half month's time, her body started to recuperate very well. The young fella had recovered once again in her belly, but she was unable to recover her memories. She still forgot many things and many people.
There was a day, Zhou Dayuan came to the psychological clinic after he was done with his meetings. Jian Han was in the office attending to her patient. He sat on the sofa outside to wait for her.
He felt sleepy and closed his eyes before he fell asleep.
The beautiful Xiao Li who worked in the reception noticed that he fell asleep. She took a blanket over, and gently put it over him.
Xiao Li bent her waist down and went close to his face.
