Happy

Zhao Zhan's lips moved, but he shook his head.

Yue Jiaojiao's brows twitched, and she asked, "Do you think that I've regained my memories, or do you think that I'm lying about being your wife?"

Zhao Zhan, who was pouring hot water into the bath barrel, dropped the wooden barrel in his hand to the ground with a thud sound.

"It seems like I was right?" Yue Jiaojiao walked up to him barefooted and held Zhao Zhan's face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. "Zhao Zhan, of these two things, which one do you care more about?"

Zhao Zhan felt like smoke was about to rise from the top of his head.

He was forced to look at his heart in a panic, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I ..."

"Have you recovered your memory?" He tried his best to calm his breathing and looked at her. "The doctor said that there is a blood clot in your head. If you regain your memory, it means that the blood clot is dissipating. It's a good thing. Jiaojiao, I hope that you can be healthy and never get hurt again."

He was so serious that it made Yue Jiaojiao embarrassed to tease him again.

Yue Jiaojiao's fingers twitched as she tried to pull her hand back, but Zhao Zhan pressed down on the back of her hand and pulled her into his arms. He took a deep breath before whispering into her ear, "Jiaojiao, I don't care if you're telling the truth about being my wife or not. In my heart, you're my wife. Everyone thinks that you're my wife. I think the same. But don't take it to heart. If you regain your memory, then if you want to leave, you can..."

The words after that were stuck in his throat.

Yue Jiaojiao was overjoyed, and she couldn't stop trembling in Zhao Zhan's arms.

"Are you crying?" Zhao Zhan took a step back nervously to check her expression. He heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that he had been deceived. "I was wrong."

"You're wrong. You clearly can't bear to let me go, but you still want to talk about it. Why can't you say it?"

Zhao Zhan had nowhere to hide from his own despicable thoughts.

"I'm afraid that you'll suffer if you follow me."

"I haven't decided yet," Yue Jiaojiao said honestly, spreading her hands innocently. "I admit that I have a good impression of you so far, but if you make me unhappy in the future, I won't care if I've recovered my memory or not, I'll choose to leave. There's only one reason why I'm standing here and talking to you, and that's you. "

Zhao Zhan was overjoyed by that statement.

He was even happier than the first time he had successfully caught a prey without being injured.

He lifted Yue Jiaojiao up high and spun her around a few times. It was only when he heard her scream and felt dizzy that he reluctantly put her down. "I'll prepare your bath now."

While Yue Jiaojiao was taking a bath, Zhao Zhan was standing at the door, watching out for any movements.

After she finished washing up and lay on the bed, Zhao Zhan first washed his clothes and hung them up. Then, he tidied up the room before lying on the soft couch in the room.

As long as he could stay by her side, he felt so excited that he could kill a mammoth in one fell swoop.

He had received more than thirty silver from his family the last time, and he had spent half of it buying new things. It was unrealistic to build a good house with the remaining ten silver.

Zhao Zhan tossed and turned on the soft couch with anticipation.

The most important thing right now was to build a house before winter came. Otherwise, the soil would be too hard in the cold weather, and they would have to wait until spring to melt the frost.

He couldn't let his sweetheart stay in the town's inn all the time. Her appearance was too eye-catching, and he couldn't be at ease, afraid that others would chase after her.