This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, making Wen Xien's heart sink like a stone tied to it.

The young man looked at Mu Mu in a helpless and confused manner, and said with difficulty: "What's wrong with him?"

Mu's mother said sadly: "The doctor said that Aye's back of his head was hit severely, and the severe concussion caused him to lose his memory. He didn't even recognize me, my mother."

Speaking of the latter, Mu Mu's eyes were red with discomfort. She didn't want to cry in front of the younger generation and went out.

There were only two people left in the ward. Makino looked at the young man in front of him, but the young man turned his back to him.

Makino was a little dissatisfied and bored, so he turned his gaze to the TV again.

Wen Xien first inserted the lily into the vase, then peeled an apple, cut it into pieces with a fruit knife, and sat silently on the chair next to the hospital bed, inserted a piece of flesh with a toothpick and sent it to Makino's mouth.

Makino frowned and stayed away, "Put it on the table, I'll wait for myself to eat."

Wen Xien lowered his eyes and silently placed the fruit plate on the cabinet beside the hospital bed.

There was only the sound of TV in the ward for a moment.

The young man lowered his head and grabbed his fingers nervously. The hair on his forehead covered her expression. Only her tall nose bridge, pale lips and beautifully curved chin were seen.

Makino looked at TV on the surface, but in fact Yu Guang always looked at the young man without control.

He couldn't help asking again: "Who are you?"

Wen Xien looked up and the handsome sunshine in front of him seemed to have suddenly returned to his former full-time spirit.

This is how Makino should be. If he hadn't met her, the boy would have been more outstanding and dazzling, rather than being humble and embarrassed like a stray dog.

He should be full of energy and energetic, rather than being sensitive and foolish.

Actually, it’s okay to forget it. For Makino, it’s not a good memory, isn’t it?

The young man raised his eyelashes, pursed his lips slightly, and showed a gentle and clear smile: "I am Brother Mu's best friend."

Makino asked: "How good is it?"

Wen Xien thought for a while and said, "It's good to go to the bathroom together."

Makino sneered and glanced at the young man with his eyes.

"Impossible, I don't like going to the bathroom with others."

And what the hell is it that two men go to the bathroom together? They are not girls. Would he even forcefully pull this little guy to go to the bathroom? It's impossible.

Seeing Muye's appearance, Wen Xien guessed that he would not believe it. After all, it was indeed a bit strange that one man wanted another man to accompany him to the bathroom every day.

The young man looked at the boy gently and whispered: "My name is Wen Xien."

This name suddenly stinged Makino's nerves like an electric current. His heart suddenly felt cramped for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.

The originally careless expression on Muye's face stopped, and occasionally blurred images flashed through his mind. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his narrow eyes were slightly dark, and he murmured, "Wen Xien, Xien..."

Wen Xien's body was slightly stiff, as if she felt that the boy had returned to the past. Her eyes were slightly red, but the smile at the corners of her mouth deepened, but it was a little bitter.

His head suddenly hurt, and Muye's face turned paler. He held his head in pain, suffocating. After a while, a piece of sweat was soaked by cold sweat.

Wen Xien was startled by the boy's reaction and panickedly pressed the call bell. The doctor rushed over quickly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!