Mo Xiuchen looked at her sparkling eyes with deep affection, his long, fair hand gently caressing her cheek as he said tenderly, word by word, "Ranran, from now on, I won't let you get hurt, nor will I let you feel sad."
"I believe you."
The twinkling in Wen Ran's eyes turned even brighter, her Mo Xiuchen had never hurt her. He had been so good to her, so good that even if he couldn't remember their past, she dared not hope for him to recall it.
His kindness gave her the courage to overcome her own psychological struggles. The sadness and despair of recent times seemed insignificant at this moment, for right now, her Mo Xiuchen was truly back.
It wasn't just him physically, but his heart and his memory had returned as well.
