Wu Pengpeng looked at He Qianshan's cautious eyes, feeling both sour and soft inside.
I don't know. Probably not.
She wanted to answer him, but her head ached as if it was about to split apart, and her throat was so parched that she couldn't utter a sound.
He Qianshan didn't seem to expect an answer from her. He stared at Wu Pengpeng without blinking, as if she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
The two stared at each other for half a minute. Suddenly, He Qianshan burst into tears.
As if frightened by his own tears, he quickly raised his hand to wipe his face, and then he smiled.
"It doesn't matter." He slowly stood up, leaned over and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very marrow. "Even if it's a hoax, so be it."
Wu Pengpeng felt a sharp twinge in her chest at the strong sorrow in his voice.
She wanted to comfort him, but the pain made her suck in a sharp breath. "It hurts."
Hearing her voice, He Qianshan quickly let go of her. "What did you say?"
Looking at his incredulous eyes, Wu Pengpeng knew that he still thought she had come back from the dead.
She couldn't help but laugh. "I said you're hurting me."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He Qianshan came to his senses. He reached out his hand, wanting to comfort her, but was afraid of hurting her. His hand froze in mid - air as he looked at her, both crying and laughing.
"How are you..." Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized something. "I'll go call the doctor."
Wu Pengpeng grabbed the corner of his clothes, stopping his well - meaning suggestion.
He Qianshan stopped and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"Let me catch my breath first." Let her think about how to deceive others first.
The man in front of her seemed to care about her more than anyone else. It seemed that as long as she could come back, it didn't matter whether she was a human or a ghost.
But others would surely not be so easy to deceive.
Given the family background of the original owner, the best doctors must have been hired. Even the famous doctors had given up on treatment, but now she was alive again.
This was not only terrifying but also very strange.
Seeing her listless, He Qianshan knew that she must not have the energy to deal with others at the moment. He sat back down again, looking at her in disbelief.
He was like a child who had finally gotten the toy he had always dreamed of, his eyes full of joy. "Could this be a medical miracle?"
Wu Pengpeng couldn't answer this question. Her life had completely subverted her cognitive scope. Anyway, when in doubt, it's quantum mechanics.
She smiled guiltily. "Yes, a miracle."
He Qianshan looked at his "miracle" full of joy, not daring to blink his eyes.
Looking at his terrified eyes, Wu Pengpeng felt inexplicably sad.
Who on earth was he, and what was his relationship with her?
She was like a machine with almost full memory. Her memories were loading very slowly.
Now she could only remember the people she had met on the first day. She had no information at all about the person in front of her.
"Um, who are you?" Wu Pengpeng looked at his red - rimmed eyes, her heart melting. "What's your relationship with me? Why are you crying for me?"
Hearing this, He Qianshan froze completely. "You don't recognize me?"
Wu Pengpeng was so embarrassed that she wanted to scratch her head, but her arm hurt so much that she couldn't lift it. She could only blink her big eyes at him.
It wasn't that she didn't recognize him, she just hadn't remembered yet.
She didn't know how to explain. "Well... it's just that, how should I put it, maybe my mind isn't working well now."
He Qianshan suddenly realized that she had suffered a severe head injury and might have lost her memory.
Although this kind of thing was not uncommon in cheesy idol dramas, it was the first time he had encountered it, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
Just as he was thinking about how to introduce himself so that Wu Pengpeng wouldn't be on guard against him, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he blurted out, "I'm the young hunk you're keeping. Don't you recognize me?"
Wu Pengpeng suddenly widened her eyes. "Ah?"
Do I have this ability?
I didn't see it, Wu Pengpeng. After thirty years, you've made progress. You even know how to keep a young hunk.
Seeing Wu Pengpeng's surprised and resistant eyes, He Qianshan's heart gradually sank to the bottom of the sea, and even his voice was tinged with disappointment. "You don't remember me now, so are you going to go back on your word?"
For some reason, Wu Pengpeng couldn't bear to see him looking so aggrieved. She quickly touched his face with her still - working right hand and comforted him softly, "How could I? You're so good - looking. I'll definitely keep you."
It was still the familiar tone and expression. It seemed that she didn't dislike him because of her amnesia.
He Qianshan was immediately revived. He took the opportunity to hold Wu Pengpeng's hand.
Just as he was about to press on and say a few more words to show how important he was in her heart, there came a violent pounding on the door.
Zhao Bufan's hoarse voice from crying was filled with earth - shattering anger. "He Qianshan, open the door!"
Then there was another round of crazy pounding on the door, as if there were countless zombies besieging the city, about to break in the next second.
Wu Pengpeng was terrified. But the next second, she heard the weak plea in her voice. "He Qianshan, what are you doing? I'm warning you, desecrating a corpse is a serious crime!"
Why desecrate a corpse?
Wu Pengpeng didn't know what was going on. She looked at He Qianshan in surprise.
Could it be that she had misunderstood? The person in front of her didn't care about her but about her "corpse"?
This realization made Wu Pengpeng's scalp tingle. She moved aside with difficulty, trying to put some distance between herself and He Qianshan.
Noticing her small movement, He Qianshan felt a bit embarrassed and scratched his nose. He asked in a soft voice, afraid of scaring her. "Can I open the door now?"
Wu Pengpeng blinked at him, trying to look calm. "Sure, sure."
He Qianshan gave her an amused look and got up to open the door.
Zhao Bufan, with red eyes, was about to continue pounding on the door when the door was opened from the inside.
She pushed He Qianshan aside and rushed towards Wu Pengpeng's "corpse".
The next second, she stood still.
Because she saw Wu Pengpeng on the hospital bed, looking at her tenderly.
Could it be that she was hallucinating because of excessive grief?
Zhao Bufan rubbed her eyes and looked again. Wu Pengpeng smiled at her.
She was still alive.
This realization made Zhao Bufan's heart churn. All her grievances finally had an outlet, surging in like a storm across life and death.
She staggered towards Wu Pengpeng and burst into tears.
"You're not..." She was gasping for breath between sobs, her words jumbled. "No, how could you, I, you scared me to death."
Looking at the girl crying beside her almost out of breath, Wu Pengpeng felt both touched and embarrassed.
She remembered this girl. She was the first person she saw when she woke up.
But the situation was a bit complicated now. She only remembered a few people, and this selective amnesia was quite embarrassing.
So she blinked her eyes and put on a confused look. "Sorry, miss. Who are you?"
Zhao Bufan was like a machine that had suddenly been pressed the pause button. Her crying was cut off in her throat, but the tears still kept rolling down.
After a long while, she hiccupped from crying, pouted her lips, and was about to cry again. "Pengpeng..."
He Qianshan quickly stopped her. "Miss Zhao, please calm down first."
Zhao Bufan looked at the exhausted Wu Pengpeng and stopped crying. Then she turned her pent - up emotions towards He Qianshan. "Woohoo, He Qianshan, you actually brought Pengpeng back to life. You're a great benefactor of our Wu family!"
Seeing that she had deceived Zhao Bufan, Wu Pengpeng quietly let out a sigh of relief.
She looked up and saw a room full of people looking at her with different expressions. She only felt the wound on her head hurt even more.
If she had to explain to each of them one by one, she would be half - dead even if she didn't die.
So she tilted her head and "fainted" gloriously.