Mo Ran recalled, "On the day of the car accident, he hugged me and we tumbled down the mountain, and he was severely injured. I remember his head was covered in blood, and his brain had suffered a serious impact..."
"No wonder. But he has forgotten you, what are you going to do?"
"Sister, actually, I am not very upset; I'm quite happy. As long as he's safe and sound, that's what matters. The rest, we can take slowly. He's forgotten, but one day he will regain his memory."
"What if he never regains his memory in his lifetime?" Mo Yan couldn't help frowning.
Mo Ran's expression paused for a moment, then she smiled and shook her head, "That won't happen, I will make him remember me; he absolutely cannot forget me."
Seeing Mo Ran's resolute expression, Mo Yan knew that no one could stop her determination. Since she wanted to make an effort, let her do it—it was better than regretting it later.
