Chapter One, A Joyful Encounter (Three)

Her amnesia is not due to a strange illness, but rather because she has been afflicted by a type of parasitic insect known as "Worry-Forgetfulness Gu".

Han Jin took the bowl from her hands, rinsing it while asking, "Gui'er, is there any extra bedding at home"

Gui Er

Time seemed to come to a standstill under their mutual gaze, as Han Jin's eyes grew increasingly gentle, slowly lowering his head towards her

"Yes." His fingers glided along her face to her jaw, applying slight pressure to lift her head closer to him: "Gui'er, it doesn't matter if you forget me. From now on, I will never leave you again... As long as I don't leave, you will remember me for a lifetime"

There is only one bed in the house

When the two returned, she felt too shy to ask further questions and merely engaged in a casual conversation about some past events, which could not be verified anyway, treating it as if she were listening to a story

I see that the empty space in front of the window is quite spacious; I will sleep there tonight. Please help me make the bed. He took the remaining bowl from her hand, looking at her with a smile, as the starlight scattered in his eyes, reflecting a myriad of shimmering waves.

Gui Er was taken aback: "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"

Han Jin reached out to cover her mouth with a book, while his other hand firmly grasped her palm: "Gui'er, let me finish speaking first."

The low, soft voice made Gui'er’s heart race irregularly once again, as if drawn by some magical force. She stared blankly at the unfamiliar, handsome face before her and murmured, "You... are you really my husband?"

She let out a sound of "ah" and nodded in confusion

She cleared her throat awkwardly, pushed the man in front of her aside, and turned around to see Yuanbao holding a shoe. Next to his feet lay a broken earthenware vase, and he was rubbing his eyes while looking at her with an innocent expression, timidly mumbling: "Mother, I... I need to go to the bathroom..."

Under the starlight, he held her hand and said solemnly, "Gui'er, let us leave this place together"

Han Jin let out a faint sigh: "It is not that I no longer pursue, but rather that I have not reached this point."

Why did those people stop pursuing later

Since he is her husband, why is he not referred to as "father"?

The smile at the corners of Han Jin's lips grew wider, and his eyes sparkled with laughter. He reached out to stroke her long hair: "Silly girl, I'm just teasing you. I know you don't recognize me anymore, and I won't force you. As for Yuanbao, just call me uncle for now. I will wait for you, so don't be afraid..."

It was not until the time for the lamps to be lit that Gui'er realized she had overlooked a very important issue

Such a gentle and wonderful person, is he really her husband

A gentle warmth flowed from his palm to hers, the scent unique to men both unfamiliar and refined, entirely different from that of the village's farmers. Even though she knew he was discussing a matter that concerned her lineage and even her life or death, she could not help but be distracted.

Yuanbao's mother felt a wave of confusion and was about to explain a few things to her innocent son. However, to her surprise, the seemingly ethereal Young Master Han, who appeared to be untouched by the mundane world, nodded without changing his expression and said, "Uncle also needs to go, let's go together"

He is the one who has worshipped heaven and earth with her, shared everything with her, and gone through life and death together... She thought that she must have deeply loved the man before her, even though there are no traces of that love left now

Gui Er : `` ... ... ''

Upon hearing this, she merely lowered her head in silence, not displaying any excessive sorrow. After all, she had completely forgotten the past events he mentioned; no matter how tragic they were, she could not immediately empathize with them. She was simply somewhat puzzled

"No, no... let's not. " Gui'er quickly waved her hand, "Actually, I'm not very familiar with you either... no, no, we should have been quite familiar before, but you see, I don't remember anything from the past at all, so the current you is still a stranger to me. My Yuanbao is starting to understand things now, that... this..." My Yuanbao is starting to understand things now, that... this...

This poison will cause her to gradually forget her past, even the closest people will become unrecognizable to her

The nearest inn is far away in the town, and even riding a donkey there would take half a day, which is clearly not feasible. Should we let Young Master Han squeeze in at the Da Gui's house? That is even less possible; how could one allow their husband to sleep at someone else's home on the very first day of his return? ... But ... ... but ... ... if he were to stay here ...

A peculiar glimmer flashed in Han Jin's eyes as he reached out to caress her cheek: "Although you have forgotten everything, you remain the same..." He paused, his fingers lingering at the corner of her lips, and whispered, "...m.hetushu.com com as clever as ice and snow..."

He recounted the tragedy that occurred many years ago, but only briefly mentioned it in a few words. However, Gui'er understood that it must have involved a brutal massacre and countless desperate separations between life and death. He said that her father was killed because he was protecting a mysterious red item, and not only was the item taken away, but both families were also pursued and hunted down. In the end, only their family of three remained, cornered and seeking refuge in this village

She felt a stir in her heart and blurted out: "They say my husband died in a fall three years ago... Could it be that you pretended to be dead to divert the attention of your pursuers?"

We can start over from the beginning, everything can be restarted

"Extermination of the family?" After a moment of thought, she finally grasped the meaning and exclaimed softly, "What did you say?"

She did not know what kind of "Worry-Forget Gu" was inside her body, but at this moment, she felt as if she had been ensnared by him. Vague images flashed before her eyes, yet they were not clear. She only felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into those pitch-black pupils, unable to see anything of the surroundings.

When he spoke like this, there was a sigh of helplessness in his eyes, yet he was serious and sincere. Gui'er was so affected by his gaze and the atmosphere of the books that she even forgot the grease on her hands from washing the dishes, once again falling into a daze.

As soon as she spoke, she regretted it, but upon reflection, she thought it was better to say it than to worry. Thus, she gazed up at him without blinking. This time, it was Han Jin who was taken aback, and after a while, he smiled softly: "If you are willing, I naturally..."

Gui Er's face was flushed, and she was just about to take the opportunity to escape with her son when Han Jin stood up, picked up Yuan Bao, and said gently: "Little Bao, would you like to go with Uncle? You are a boy, and it's not appropriate for a girl to accompany you when you need to go to the bathroom"

She stood in front of the sink, holding a coarse ceramic bowl, lost in thought

Gui Er was taken aback, just feeling that something was amiss, when Yuan Bao, already quite puzzled, asked: "Uncle, do you also need to go to the bathroom?"

It was not until the two of them walked out the back door that Gui'er finally understood what had felt off earlier—Han Jin had referred to Yuan Bao as "uncle".

The crisp sound of "clang" suddenly startled Gui'er, causing her to jump up

"I... I am fine, you may continue speaking." She hurriedly turned her head away, avoiding his touch. Han Jin smiled and naturally moved his hand to smooth her hair, his actions appearing quite effortless. In contrast, Gui Er was at a loss for how to respond and could only pretend not to notice.