Chapter 8
If external stimuli do not reach a certain intensity, people will forget. The only method I can think of is to increase the frequency under limited intensity... I do not know if it is effective, and I have not conducted any relevant verification in the past, but... I am powerless regarding intensity, yet I have a lifetime to try with frequency... I am powerless regarding intensity, yet I have a lifetime to try with frequency...
In the darkness, he gently rubbed her black hair and said, "Jing Shi, you will get better. I promise."
She fought desperately against sleep, as the night seized her by the hair and dragged her into the forest thick with thorns
But in that split second, Jing Shi beside him suddenly unfastened the seatbelt, leaped over, and embraced his head
He instinctively jerked the steering wheel, the sharp sound of brakes echoed as the cabin faced directly towards the direction of the approaching shadow, and he closed his eyes
Why is she in the picture always asking "Who are you?"
She silently held him tightly, her voice softly saying: "Ji An, please don't forget me, okay? This is a day for Jing Shi and Ji An, yet it is Jing Shi's today and Ji An's lifetime."
Why does she have no memory of herself in the video?
She was silent for a long time: "Is it worth it for you to treat me this way?"
The sharp ring grazed his face, and that icy hand slowly and gently released its grip, a warm current trickling down along the familiar lightly fragrant hair, cascading onto his face
How could it not be worthwhile
It was only then that he saw a van on the other side of the road swaying and rushing over, crossing the double yellow line, speeding directly towards them, its headlights flashing urgently, resembling a silent scream
He looked at her with such sorrow
In the end, she heard her own voice weakly resounding: "Jian, listen to me... If a fish's memory truly lasts only seven seconds, then... as long as those who love her are not sad, it does not matter to the fish whether it is happy or not"
He is actually smiling, with moisture in his eyes
That is ... ...
She sniffed and asked, "How many days has it been?"
You see, it is useful, at this moment
It is too late; in the blink of an eye, a speeding shadow has already obstructed the line of sight
For four hundred and ninety-one days, I have said "My name is Chen Jian'an" four hundred and ninety-one times, and I have experienced four hundred and ninety-one passionate romances
The videos contained herein, approximately five hundred in number, imply that... nearly two years.
Tears shimmered in her eyes: "Jian An, my memories can only last for one day, can they not?"
Farewell, the tranquility of the scenery.
What truly made her risk her life in exchange may never have been the experiment itself
On the way back from the Civil Affairs Bureau, he drove with a cold expression, while her head rested against the passenger window, lost in thought.
Her tears flowed quietly and silently, as she struggled to keep her eyes wide open in the darkness. If she never fell asleep, would she not forget?
Until she suddenly exclaimed: "Ji An, Ji An! The car, ahead!"
Their breaths are tightly intertwined with one another
He reached out and clicked on the last one, revealing a clear image of her from this morning. Her demeanor was composed, her speech elegant, and her smile radiant, just like an utterly ordinary woman.
His gaze is clear and gentle, like that of a child. "I am but a novice, undeserving of the reputation of a promising youth. The intern performed the surgery and saved your life, while I, as an expert professor, am unable to restore your memory. I can no longer stand on the podium of the research institute and speak of theories in vain."
His voice choked with emotion, "Jing Shi, in fact, we have never been apart."