His question sounded simple, yet Qin Yiren couldn't immediately respond.
Quietly gazing at the man's handsome brows and eyes, she raised her hand to stroke his cheek and spoke with difficulty: "Jingxing, I feel like... I will soon recover my memory."
If she really agreed to his proposal now, and then recovered all her memories after marriage, the situation would only become more complicated than it is now.
Bo Jinghang felt a chill in his heart, gripping her hand and asking, "How do you know?"
"I don't know how to describe it."
Qin Yiren met his gaze with a complex expression and softly voiced her concern: "Recently, I've started having headaches, the frequency worsening day by day. I've secretly taken time to get checked at the hospital, and the cause of the pain isn't pathological."
Bo Jinghang's expression gradually turned serious, staring at her as he asked: "The symptoms you mentioned, when did they start?"
Both of them come from a medical background.
