After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

After taking the medicine, Shen Zhao's brain waves did become much more stable, but there was still no sign of waking up.

Situ Rui felt distressed when he saw the faint blue shadow under Mu Yanchen's eyes. He advised Mu Yanchen to take a rest and let the maid help take care of him, but Mu Yanchen was stubborn and did not want to ask anyone for help. He wanted to do everything for Shen Zhao himself.

Are you crazy?

Finally, Situ Rui couldn't win over Mu Yanchen and had to leave the room. He still had to find that hypnotist, right?

In the early hours of the morning, Shen Zhao's eyelashes moved, and she slowly opened her eyelids. The things in front of her eyes went from blurry to clear. What she saw was the old-style room setting of "Shen Zhao", which made her feel dazed, and her memory became confused in that instant.

She raised her hand to cover her temple, frowned, pursed her lips to suppress her moans, and only put her hand down gently when she felt better.

There was a lamp on in the room, and the warm yellow light allowed Shen Zhao to see everything in the room clearly. She turned her head and saw Mu Yanchen sleeping on a bench with a blanket on. He was leaning against the back of the chair, probably not feeling very comfortable. His face seemed filled with sorrow, completely different from the sunny and gentle boy in the portrait. They had the same appearance, but the one in front of her looked more weathered.

She opened her eyes and carefully described Mu Yanchen's facial features and bone structure. Every part seemed to be carefully selected by God, and it was still charming despite the passage of time.

After waking up, Shen Zhao began to doubt her memory. She vaguely remembered what she saw when she was unconscious. If that was someone else's memory, then she believed that she must have seen someone else's image to have such a deep impression. For a while, she even suspected that she had hysteria just because she saw the portrait.

She imagined a fragment of Mu Yanchen's life in school when he was young, which she had never participated in.

However, she and Mu Yanchen were both in Deyan at about the same age, which meant that the time in her mind was possible to exist, and she might have been a bystander, but why didn't she have any impression of it in her mind before? With her memory, she should have discovered it when she first met Mu Yanchen, but she just treated him as a stranger...

If there really was no intersection, then why does that memory seem to have happened before?

She stared at Mu Yanchen, who was sleeping uneasily, in confusion. This question could only be answered by him.

When she stretched out her hand to touch Mu Yanchen's face full of sorrow, Mu Yanchen's phoenix eyes, which were as bright as stars but as dark as the night, opened. After a moment of cruelty, he immediately recovered when he saw Shen Zhao reaching out to him.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Shen Zhaoxian asked with concern.

Mu Yanchen did not answer but shook his head. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to check Shen Zhao's head, face, neck, hands and feet. "Is there anything wrong? Do you want me to call a doctor?"

Shen Zhao glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "It's so late now. If I felt uncomfortable, I would definitely tell you."

Hearing her say this, Mu Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief, but then he thought of a possibility and his body tensed up again.

He asked tentatively: "Why did you suddenly faint?"

Shen Zhao thought that it was normal for family members to ask this question, but his tone was slightly different, with an inexplicable nervousness, as if he was afraid of touching some sensitive area.

Shen Zhao suppressed his doubts and said calmly: "After seeing your portrait, I didn't expect that you were also a student of Deyan. I was shocked at the time. That young man's temperament is completely different from yours now! But why didn't you mention it before?"

"Also," Shen Zhao looked up at him, "are you sponsoring me because you are a student of Deyan?"

Mu Yanchen knew who Shen Zhao was at the core. When he heard her say that, he knew that everything was wrong. He paused and said, "The doctor told me that your brain waves fluctuate greatly. Did you have any dreams?"

Shen Zhao had no doubts. He didn't know he was not "Shen Zhao" anyway. "Yes."

Mu Yanchen immediately became nervous and asked anxiously, "What is it?"

Undisguised.

"I dreamed of a dark alley, where many dark shadows were bullying another dark shadow, and then the scene changed. You don't know what a romantic dream I had!"

“You say…” Mu Yanchen listened carefully.

"I also imagined a girl helping you apply medicine and bandage in the infirmary, and then you gradually got to know each other and fell in love. In the end, the girl even drew a picture for you, which is the portrait. Do you think what I imagined is logical?"

The more Mu Yanchen listened, the more his heart felt like it was being tightened. He was sure that Shen Zhao was slowly beginning to recover her memory. Would she blame him?

Shen Zhao did not hear Mu Yanchen's response, but found that Mu Yanchen was clenching his fists tightly with his head down. He could not see his face clearly and had no idea what he was thinking.

This state made Shen Zhao feel nervous. She didn't get acupuncture in time today, so she didn't get sick. She reached out her hand worriedly, "Are you okay? If you don't like to hear me talk about other girls, then I won't say anything..."

Mu Yanchen suddenly raised his head, his expression was in place, and Shen Zhao didn't notice anything unusual. "It's okay... It's not like that, it's just that some things are hard to say, I'm afraid you will blame me when you know it later..."

Mu Yanchen rarely showed weakness. Shen Zhao was still in a daze. How could he bring up the future? How long had she been "Shen Zhao"? Why did he sound as if she had done something wrong in the past?

Shen Zhao took Mu Yanchen's hand while he was stunned, and held his hand in his palm, patting the back of his hand again and again, "It's okay, how could I blame you? Also, today's acupuncture is not over yet, you lie on the bed, I'll get ready."

Mu Yanchen originally wanted to stop Shen Zhao's behavior, but Shen Zhao took her own pulse and insisted that she was fine. Mu Yanchen couldn't persuade her and let her do it.

He was lying on the bed with his upper body naked. This was not the first time, but the time for this had always been before going to bed. Now it was the early hours of the morning and everything was quiet except for the faint breathing sounds of the two of them in the room. It felt so romantic no matter how hard they tried.

Mu Yanchen's face couldn't help but flush, but he remained sober. His mind kept acting out Shen Zhao's reaction after learning the truth. The final result was still unsolvable, which made his blood boil, and those dark thoughts kept threatening to pop up from time to time.

Shen Zhao saw that Mu Yanchen had his eyes open this time and didn't know what he was thinking. She suddenly reached out and touched his cheek, her warm and soft fingertips touching his slightly cool cheek, "What's wrong?"

He glared at her stubbornly.

Shen Zhao felt her heart almost skip a beat. She smiled softly, "I promise you, no matter what happens in the future, I won't blame you!"

"Then will you leave me?"

"Won't……"