Ji Zhihan returned to his residence, not allowing Lin Lanzhi to follow.
His body had actually almost fully recovered; the doctor required him to come back for another check-up in half a month, and if all went well, he would be just like a normal person.
Only his memory, regarding the damage to his nerves, remained unclear to the doctor.
In fact, Ji Zhihan wasn't particularly anxious about it.
For some reason, he always felt that losing his memories of these eleven years might not have been so joyful.
If he couldn't remember, then so be it.
He sat on his own sofa.
A familiar yet strange feeling.
It felt like his own home, yet it didn't; the sensation was very subtle.
Ji Zhihan didn't think too much about it. He took out his phone, his slender fingers flipping through entertainment news.
Su Yin's photo suddenly appeared on the screen.
She really became a big star.
He still remembered Su Yin once telling him that she wanted to become an actress when she grew up.
