Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

A week finally passed smoothly and Zhan Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Whether facing work or various complicated relationships, he can handle it with ease, except when facing Zhuang Mingyue.

During this week, the two of them traveled around Yunwu Town.

A healthy color gradually appeared on Zhuang Mingyue's porcelain-white face.

On the small hill, she was digging something seriously with a small hoe, and she didn't even realize that her face was covered with mud.

While digging diligently, Zhuang Mingyue asked Auntie Yun beside her, "Auntie Yun, do you think these potatoes are really cooked? They look too small!"

Aunt Yun freed her hand holding the big hoe and gently brushed the dust off Zhuang Mingyue. "Mrs. Zhan, these potatoes may look small, but they are delicious!"

Aunt Yun's face was filled with the pride that only a farmer could have.

Although Aunt Yun has no other talents, she is an expert at farming and cooking. Who in Yunwu Town is not convinced by her? Who doesn't know this?

Even though Zhuang Mingyue tried her best, she still felt that she was not putting her strength in the right place.

She put down the small hoe in her hand with some frustration, "Auntie Yun, I think this small hoe is not working."

Originally, this little hoe belonged to Aunt Yun’s grandson. She was an adult after all.

Before Aunt Yun opened her mouth to reply, she felt a sense of oppression.

"I think this is just right."

Zhan Yan picked up the hoe, weighed it twice, and his eyes fell on Zhuang Mingyue.

Zhuang Mingyue lowered his eyes and clenched his hands, like a child who had done something wrong.

His actions showed his nervousness, but he insisted, "But this little hoe is obviously for children."

Aunt Yun hurriedly explained, "Small potatoes like these can be harvested with a small hoe." She paused and looked at Zhan Yan tentatively, "Madam, you should take a break too."

Zhan Yan agreed, "Indeed."

His eyes fell on Zhuang Mingyue again.

Although she was still dissatisfied, Zhuang Mingyue nodded in agreement. She vaguely remembered what Aunt Yun had said at the beginning.

But when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't be sure whether Aunt Yun had said...

Zhuang Mingyue touched his head in annoyance.

Zhan Yan saw this small movement clearly, and his heart, which was as strong as a giant, suddenly tightened into a ball.

He even couldn't help but clench Zhan Yan's hand.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Mingyue felt the man's big hand increasing in strength.

Zhan Yan’s face was as cold as ice.

Aunt Yun on the side couldn't help but feel nervous. Over the past few days, she had witnessed Mr. Zhan's unpredictable temper.

Zhuang Mingyue pried open Ke Yan's big hand and was about to express her dissatisfaction when she was pulled back again.

The strength of his hand reminded her that it was best not to say anything now, but she had many questions in her mind. Although her health had recovered well recently, her memory was getting worse and worse.

After a nap, Zhuang Mingyue opened her hazy eyes and saw Zhuang Mingyue sitting beside the bed. She raised her hand to grab the corner of the man's clothes, but it fell down.

After dozing off for a few more minutes, Zhuang Mingyue finally felt fully awake.

She sat up slowly, grabbed the corner of Zhan Yan's clothes and shook him twice.

Zhan Yan turned sideways and said, "Awake."

Zhuang Mingyue nodded, with inquiry in her eyes.

Zhan Yan seemed to know what she was going to ask, and said calmly, "I slept."

There was a vague barrier between the two of them, and it was obvious that the unhappiness of the morning still lingered in their hearts.

At tea time, they would always sit in the attic and drink tea or coffee, although to be honest, she couldn't drink either.

Zhan Yan simply explained to her, "These two drinks are not suitable for her."

Zhuang Mingyue first accepted this fact in her heart, but then felt a little sad. It would be great if her health could get better.

This way she could remember what happened in the past, the things that gave her a headache whenever she thought about them.

In the middle of the night, it lingers like a nightmare.

During the banquet, I felt that Zhuang Mingyue was not in a good state and wanted to call Xu Zekai to come over to check on her, or... go back?

"Actually, I feel like I've been feeling better lately. Could you please stop looking at me so…"

Zhuang Mingyue's voice was so small that it seemed as if it was squeezed out from the crack of the door.

These days, she could feel the tenderness from Zhan Yan, and he took care of her in every way, just like a family member, not to mention that they both had little Xingxing.

Thinking of Little Star, she felt even more troubled.

Zhan Yan still listened to every word of her painting, "You think I'm watching you too closely."

Zhuang Mingyue didn't mean that. "No, I think..."

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhan Yan's face was grim. He slung one of his long legs over his shoulder and stared at Zhuang Mingyue. He hoped that she would just say whatever she wanted to say instead of being so timid.

He blamed himself for many nights and promised to be extra nice to Zhuang Mingyue.

Zhuang Mingyue felt that she was really stupid in talking. Although her memory was fragmentary, she really didn't want Zhan Yan to be angry.

In order to ease the tension between the two, Zhuang Mingyue said in a relaxed tone, "I'm not blaming you, I'm just afraid that it will delay your work."

Although they are husband and wife, some friction is inevitable.

"I'm fine." Zhan Yan stood up, stood in front of Zhuang Mingyue, and held her hand.

The tenderness in his eyes made Zhuang Mingyue feel heartbroken. She stood up and hugged Zhan Yan.

There was a familiar scent in this embrace, the familiar feeling that remained in her memory.

Somehow, she just didn't want the two of them to be unhappy.

"Zhan... Zhuang Mingyue." Zhuang Mingyue pulled Zhan Yan's sleeve, "Even though there are many things I don't remember now, I can feel that you are trying your best to treat me well."

These words come from the heart.

Zhan Yan hugged Zhuang Mingyue tighter, "Some memories are not necessary. We should seize the present moment."

He firmly believes that everything at the moment is the best.

"But I can't remember a lot of things. Isn't that a pity?" Zhuang Mingyue felt very confused.

It’s indeed good now, but are the memories of the past worthless?

Zhan Yan explained patiently, "What I mean is that I don't want you to be attacked by illness again."

Now Zhuang Mingyue could understand it. Judging from the careful care Zhan Yan had been giving her recently, her physical condition and mood swings were what Zhan Yan was most worried about.

"How about we go back tomorrow?"

To go back on this, Zhuang Mingyue has mentioned it more than once when she felt that Zhan Yan didn't want to.

What she didn't expect was that Zhan Yan actually agreed to her request today.

A magnetic voice with a warm feeling lingers in my ears.

"it is good"

Zhuang Mingyue's eyes lit up and she looked at Zhan Yan with both embarrassment and happiness.

But she still had doubts in her mind. Zhan Yan clearly disagreed the last time he mentioned it, so why did he agree so readily this time?

Is this question really important? She decided to listen to the call of her heart and not think about it.