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The doctor had only heard of people who couldn't recover their memories and urgently asked for them to be restored. He had never seen people who actively wanted to erase their memories. He was a little confused: "Are you sure you are not talking about restoring memories?"

"I'm sure." Song Hengjue looked directly at him, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Does your family know about this?" The doctor just asked, knowing that he was asking nonsense. He pondered for a moment, "It's impossible to do it through physical means. If you really care about restoring your memory, you can find a psychological doctor. , carry out psychological intervention, of course, I have friends in this field, I can introduce them to you if needed."

"I'll think about it." Song Hengjue opened his phone and took a look. It was almost time for the company to get off work, so he picked up the medical record and headed outside.

"Why did you come to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?" Yang Qingheng was sitting on the hood of the car. When she saw him coming out of the hospital, he stood up straight and stepped forward with concern.

Song Hengjue froze, his dark eyes flickered imperceptibly, and nodded: "I have a slight headache. I just talked to the doctor about it. I have some sleep problems. I didn't tell you because I saw you were busy. I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell me about such a serious health problem? I'll look at the medical records." Yang Qingheng stretched out a hand.

Song Hengjue pinched the edge of the medical record sheet and his fingertips turned white. The purple blood vessels on the back of his hand were slightly bulging. He exuded a tense aura: "Since you don't believe me, ask me what I'm doing. You've been spying on me all this time. Directly Just ask the doctor."

"You came here without telling me, and you made an appointment with a psychiatrist without telling me. Why do you think you can gain my trust?" Yang Qingheng looked at him with clear black and white eyes and said in a gentle tone, "I am your fiancée, your Don’t I have the right to know a little bit about my physical condition? Be obedient and show me. We can solve something together, right?”

Song Hengjue had had enough of this coaxing child-like tone: "What a bullshit fiancee, Yang Qingheng, ask yourself, do you really want to marry me? If the seventeen-year-old me standing in front of you now, seventeen-year-old me With a 17-year-old body and a 17-year-old soul, will you still agree to my proposal?"

"What are you talking about? You two are the same person." Yang Qingheng couldn't believe it. He just lost his memory, and it wasn't schizophrenia. He had other personalities. How could he be divided into "me" and "him".

"You don't understand anything!" Song Hengjue retorted. He had no memory of her and had never experienced anything between Song Hengjue and her. How could they be the same person? His eyes were dry, but he insisted on staring into her eyes, very seriously. "What if I never regain my memory in this life, will you say you love me? Love me like you love him?"

Yang Qingheng wanted to say love, but looking at the childish and stubborn expression of the man in front of her, she couldn't say it.

Maybe what he said was right. Her relationship with Song Hengjue had never been pure. She liked him partly because of feelings and partly because she was moved by his persistence in leaving her in her previous life. The person in front of her had clearly never experienced everything with her. How could she love him after so many years?

To be more precise, Aiwujiwuba.

For the first time, Yang Qingheng realized that the Song Hengjue after amnesia was different from the Song Hengjue who had lived two lifetimes. At least, the man in front of her was so sensitive to emotions that she felt guilty and was speechless for a moment.

"Look, you don't like me at all." Song Hengjue looked at her silent expression, his heart seemed to have been stabbed, and he shrank in pain.

It was obvious that the result could not be changed, so why did he ask so shamelessly just now.