Wei Anning's eyelids fluttered, and when she opened her eyes, her gaze fell on the silver mask on Leng Youchen's face. She suddenly widened her eyes, excitedly standing up, "Leng Youchen, have you regained your memory?"
Leng Youchen looked at her with deep eyes. He had expected her to be afraid of his appearance, but was surprised by her reaction. He reached out and tightly embraced her, "Yes, I've regained my memory."
"It really is all a tactic. Just being hit by a car, and you can remember everything." Wei Anning tightly hugged him, not expecting such a big surprise from him on their wedding night.
She had originally planned to find a way to help Leng Youchen recall their past after the wedding, regardless of whether those memories were more painful than happy, or happier than painful; they should be remembered.
Leng Youchen held her while lying on the bed, removing the silver mask from his face, which Wei Anning took to play with, "When did you remember?"
"Last night."
