Behind her, there was no sound from Chu Heng. She knew he was not fond of talking and did not mind it. Closing her eyes, she planned to go to sleep.
Suddenly, a hand reached over from behind her and straightened her up.
Ye Muyu furrowed her brows subconsciously and looked at the man beside her.
Chu Heng's voice was serious, "The injury last time, after all, was because of me."
"Thank you," she said.
Ye Muyu replied with an "oh," "I know now."
Her attitude was still cold, completely different from before. Chu Heng only knew he was getting increasingly irritable. It seemed she shouldn't have this attitude. In fact, recently, he often had flashes of images crossing his mind at night, but they were all unclear, very fuzzy.
Although every time he remembered something, his head would throb painfully, he didn't care. Recovering his memory was what he was supposed to do, no matter how much it hurt; he just had to endure it.
