It took a moment before she could utter in return. Contemplating if she heard it right, Yifei had asked him to confirm her uncertainties.
"What happened sweetheart?" The waters slowly clouding her vision. She feared this moment that her husband one day would lost his memories of her and Anhao. To think that her silly thought came to be real. Zhou Luo had no recollection of her and Anhao anymore. He neither treated her warmly like before, nor greeted her with unfaltered smile. The man who was standing in front of her was no longer her husband, but a person before he met her.
"Please refrain from calling me sweetheart. You're being delusional, miss. I am no husband of you." His frigid tone seared the insides of her heart. She descried the arctic gaze that sent chills across her body. Yifei left in faze and everything around her felt surreal. From the moment he uttered those bone-chilling words, Yifei took everything as a part of her nightmare.
"Zhou Luo.. why can't you remember me?" She wrung her hand tightly around his hand.
He clicked his tongue, "Tsk, we've never met before woman!" Shoving her aside that ultimately awaken her senses. Her husband cannot do such thing. Zhou Luo is a soft and loving husband that would never attempt to raise his hands to his ladies. Apart from that fact, he had never neglected Yifei before, not even once.
Tears carried regrets was rolling down on her cheeks. Her eyes unwillingly closes, sentient of the unforeseen tragedy. Yifei regretted not to kiss her husband more, to spare more passionate glances and lascivious touches. Undoubtedly, the man she wedded was no longer holding affection towards her.
"Please. Pull yourself together! It's me, Ling Yifei!" Grasping to the hope that her husband will be awaken by her sweet tone.
"Guards! Please keep this woman away from me!" He scowled then strutted away from Yifei.
"Don't touch me! I will be leaving on my own." Pulling her delicate body that was shoved on the ground. She slowly rose on her feet with the help of her shivering knees. She held no strength, but she was eager to leave before she could witness herself getting dragged by Zhou Luo's men.
Yifei had one last glance before she prowled inside her husband's room. It was in the middle of the dusk, seizing the opportunity to reconcile with her husband. He was sleeping soundly on the couch, resting his head comfortably and laid his body with his leg hung. She took one step and observed if Zhou Luo happened to be disturbed, but there was none. She took another step, successfully closing her distance to the sleeping Zhou Luo. Her hands unconsciously swept the hair locks that veiled his face. In a matter of seconds, he gripped her hand to her surprise. The silent eyes had been seething in anger, wide awake and tempted to crush Yifei.
"You just illegally entered my room. Surely you know the consequences after." He simpered, evading the wickedness beneath his lips.
"It was never a trespass, I'm just merely walking by, in my husband's room." Holding her gaze in able to be not intimidated by his frightening glare.
"Even dozen times of rejecting that idea, you still have a courage to utter those words again. Have fun staying outdoor. Get lost!" Simply threw her fragile hands and lashed her out of his room.
She knew that a single glance to Zhou Luo would suffice her day, but that was before the sudden illness. He can no longer accept the warmth of Yifei or withstand the sight of his wife. Yifei, with tears running her from her eyes, decided to wail internally. She passed her daughter's room but steered her step towards Anhao's bedroom. Her sweet Anhao was free from the fact that her father had struck amnesia. She was precisely unaware of her father's sudden lost of memories. Her eyes pressed with no worries. Yifei caressed her daughter's cheeks and drowned herself with lingering warm.
"My sweet Anhao, please stay like this forever. I don't want seeing you hurt." Word by word, gave a sharp jolt on her heart. Without a second, she fell asleep next to her daughter. Exhaustion took over her. She have been crying since morning, ceaselessly enduring the pain that was dealt unexpectedly.