Han Yurou thought that since this was already the worst outcome, it would not be worse than now.

The lack of hope means there may be a turning point.

When there is a turning point, there is hope.

…

This day, Saturday, early morning.

Han Yurou ran early to have breakfast at Lao San's shop, and Lao San was also happy to serve her morning tea in person.

The sky is filled with sunshine, and the morning wind carries the mist of morning mist.

It's already summer.

Han Yurou wore a long white skirt and a silver pearl hairpin in her ear. She lost her sophistication at work and became more casual and elegant in daily life.

Lao San's cooking skills are getting better and better, and the breakfast options in his shop are getting more and more varied.

While eating rose cake, Han Yurou suddenly received a call from the hospital.

"Miss Han, Mr. Rong is awake, can you come over as soon as possible?"

"Bang", Han Yurou's cell phone fell on the table.

When she came to her senses, she quickly picked up her phone and ran out of the morning tea shop.

The third child was so anxious that he shouted from behind: "Han Yurou, where are you going?!"

Han Yurou could not hear Lao San's voice, and only the words "Mr. Rong is awake" kept repeating in her ears.

Has he finally woken up?

If he doesn't wake up, it will be another year.

Her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat. She ran to the hospital panting.

Fortunately, it's very close to the hospital.

Pushing open the ward door, Han Yurou's face was covered with sweat, and her back was dripping with sweat.

Rong Jincheng was sitting by the bed, skinny as a stick, with pale lips. His usually bright and bright eyes were sunken at this time, and his eyes were dull, but when he saw her, his eyes were obviously more energetic.

One is sitting by the bed and the other is standing at the door.

Their eyes met each other, as if time had changed and a century had passed.

Han Yurou could not suppress the fluctuations in her heart. He really needed to wake up.

She read and heard correctly, he really woke up!

"Rong Jincheng!" she shouted and ran towards him, "You finally woke up?! If you don't wake up, no one will care about you."

Rong Jincheng raised his head, his long eyelashes trembling, his eyes were as usual, but he didn't speak.

"Speak, why don't you speak? Don't you recognize me?" Han Yurou knelt down and looked at him.

Now Rong Jincheng is thin and tired, his face is haggard, and there is green stubble on his chin.

His hands were curled up on his legs, his fingers curled up, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

"You don't recognize me?" Han Yurou was stunned for a moment.

Did he not recognize her?

She knew that the bullet hit his brain and had a certain impact on his brain nerves. Although he was awake now, was his brain affected and he no longer recognized her?

Rong Jincheng blinked and looked at her.

"You really don't recognize me?" Han Yurou asked unwillingly, "I am Han Yurou. Think about it, I am Han Yurou, this is New York, and you were injured and lay in bed for more than half a year."

She held his hand and shook it, trying to jog his memory.

The ward is very quiet.

The air conditioner blows slowly.

Han Yurou had not yet recovered from the joy and sorrow. She looked at Rong Jincheng intently.

I don’t know what it feels like in my heart...

If he forgets everything, he doesn't remember her.

I don’t even remember the entanglement of love and hate.
Chapter completed!