Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 200: No Need to Say Thanks

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: No Need to Say Thanks

"Between us, ’thank you’ is never needed," He Xing said with his head lowered, his penetrating eyes fixed on Fu Han, insistently advising, "Remember that, okay?"

"I remember," Fu Han’s distinctively clear eyes desperately dodged He Xing’s burning gaze. Her look wandered to Nan Qing and Su Cheng nearby, but eventually, she mustered the courage to meet his eyes, "I... Can we find a place to talk?"

This was the first time Fu Han had taken the initiative to speak with He Xing since waking up, suggesting to "talk" with him. He Xing looked at her, surprised and delighted, and quickly nodded, "Of course, I’ll take you to a nice place."

As he spoke, he reached out to take Fu Han’s hand, but as soon as he touched the back of her hand, she reacted intensely and drew back.

A wounded expression flashed across He Xing’s face, but in the next second, he returned to normal, mocking himself with ease, "I’m sorry, I’m just used to it. I won’t do it again next time."

Fu Han nodded in response, and they walked one after the other towards the elevator not far away.

...

This was the largest hospital in the city center, and to provide a more comfortable environment for the inpatients, there was a garden not far from the Inpatient Department.

The hospital had a long history, as did the flowers and trees in the garden.

Towering trees not commonly seen in the city center were quite common in this modest garden. Each tree was surrounded by railings, with wooden benches arranged on the outside for passersby to sit and rest.

It was already past four in the afternoon; the relentless sun gave off light and heat. Even though lush branches sheltered them overhead, the occasional ray of sunlight that peeked through the leaves was enough to make someone squint.

Fu Han shielded her eyes with her hand, curiously observing the camphor tree above. Its lush leaves interspersed with beige flowers, which fell like snowflakes in the breeze.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of camphor flowers. Each small and inconspicuous on its own, but together they clustered in large patches, looking like scattered jade pendants on the ground—quite beautiful.

Fu Han liked it when the camphor flowers drifted down in the wind, feeling in those moments that the world was exceptionally beautiful.

He Xing watched Fu Han from the side. The white gauze on her face was jarring, but her neatly distinct lashes were even more captivating, not to mention her amber eyes that glimmered like a cat’s.

Whenever he looked into Fu Han’s eyes, all the negative emotions in his heart would melt away instantaneously.

He was eager to know what Fu Han wanted to say, but he didn’t want to interrupt her, fearing that it might scare her. He even wished he could capture this moment with her in a photograph.

Suddenly, Fu Han turned to look at He Xing, her half-intact face revealing a faint smile. She tilted her head thoughtfully before speaking earnestly, "Before... did you treat me this way in the past? So..."

She paused for a while, seeming to search for the right words: "So cautious with your words and actions? It feels... not like a couple, but more like a superior and subordinate."

A dull pain began to throb in He Xing’s heart again, not wanting to dismiss her frivolously. After thinking, he decided to speak the truth, "We didn’t interact like this before, but I caused your car accident and disfigurement... You don’t remember me, and you always avoid me. I’m afraid that if I say something wrong, you... will never want to see me again."

"So that’s how it is," Fu Han smiled faintly, casually sweeping the hair from her cheeks, commenting nonchalantly, "I can see you really liked me... the former me. So, you couldn’t have caused the accident on purpose. Besides, you’ve brought the plastic surgeon over, so my face will be fine before long."

Listening to her speak so indifferently about herself, as if she were discussing someone insignificant, the sorrow in He Xing’s heart swelled like the rising tide, overwhelming him in an instant.

Unable to remain composed any longer, his tone rose sharply, "You’ve lost your memory, how can it be the same? What should I do if you never recall our past?"

Fu Han, with no memory of the past, was surprised by He Xing’s intense reaction. But realizing it stemmed from his affection for her, she felt a sense of understanding.

She smiled kindly, "But even if I have truly lost my memory, I am still Fu Han, aren’t I? You can still... still..."

Amidst He Xing’s agitated gaze, Fu Han ultimately averted her eyes and said as calmly as possible, "You can still be friends with me."

The last glimmer of hope in He Xing’s heart flickered out, and he watched Fu Han with a desolate gaze. As he watched, he suddenly remembered that his look might pressure her.

He hastily withdrew his gaze and forced himself to smile, "Right, even if you don’t remember me, we can still get to know each other again. Whatever happens, whatever you think of me, I will always watch over you."

Fu Han, who had started to stand up to escape the suffocating atmosphere, was moved by He Xing’s words. She turned around, came back, and gently hugged He Xing.

Since learning of Fu Han’s car accident, He Xing’s heart had never been at peace, filled with regret, worry, fear, and resentment at the heavens’ injustice for subjecting Fu Han to such ordeals.

But now, Fu Han’s embrace healed him, and he suddenly felt that fate was not too cruel to him after all—at least Fu Han was still by his side; at least there was still a chance to make amends for his mistakes.

Another breeze blew through, with camphor flowers falling like snowflakes and a light floral fragrance in the air.

...

As Fu Han and He Xing left, Su Cheng’s devastated expression was impossible to hide even if he had wanted to.

"Stop looking; they’re out of sight." Nan Qing’s long sigh resonated, like a sprite hidden deep in the forest that had briefly visited the mortal world and become touched by mundane concerns, carrying a hint of pity.

When Su Cheng’s gaze finally settled on the elevator doors before shifting to Nan Qing, all that remained on his face was a smile, bright as sunlight on marble flooring—without a shadow, only radiating light: "Yeah, I know."

Actually, Nan Qing was aware that Su Cheng had no desire to speak again, but she still had a belly full of words that needed expressing.

Leaning against the cold wall, her clear gaze tenderly enveloped Su Cheng, "Fu Han has lost her memory. Have you ever thought of helping her recover it?"

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