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"Young Master, you are still sick, do not get up." As soon as Wei Chenmu saw him forcefully sit up, he hurriedly went to support him, only to be shoved heavily aside.

"Don't touch me. I don't know you."

"Young Master..." Wei Chenmu knitted his brows.

"I told you, I don't know any Young Master." He barely propped himself up against the desk, breathing heavily, and squinted his bewildered eyes. His butterfly-wing-like black lashes fluttered gently, and his pitch-black eyes locked like a dead knot onto the small figure wanting to run away near the door. "It's you, right?"

"I, me? No, no, no, it's not me! It's not..." She didn't even know what she was denying. She only knew that if she didn't reject Li Chenjing right now, she would definitely be in huge trouble—like having to help an amnesiac find his memory, like having to help a heartbroken man find his lover, like...

"It is you! We were together the whole time yesterday... I have some vague impression, I hugged you."

"..." They had indeed been together, hugging and holding each other the whole day yesterday, but that was limited only to yesterday! "Think about it again, there was also someone else. Not only were you with me, but there was also a very important person. Think about it, think carefully!" Miss Liu, Chunfen Pavilion's top courtesan Liu Rongrong, peerless in beauty and naturally enchanting—that was the object of your yearning and unrequited devotion!

He shook his head, turning a deaf ear, unwilling to dwell on it. He blinked his innocent eyes, tightened his well-shaped lips, and timidly reached out a hand toward her, his fingertips trembling helplessly. "You said yesterday that you wouldn't leave me alone..."

"...I..." She had indeed said that, but that wasn't what she meant at all! Stop gazing at her with an expression as pure as a newborn infant; what did that pleading look that was about to blind her dog-like eyes mean? It was as if she were abandoning him cruelly, and his entire world would collapse. Even with a fledgling attachment, she wasn't the first person he had opened his eyes to! "I said I wouldn't leave you behind because of yesterday's situation..."

"I like you, right?"

"M... You, you like me?" Wasn't that just faked to protect the woman he liked and anger his old man?

"Even if my head doesn't remember, I still have feelings. This place is still weighed down by that feeling. It's very heavy, a feeling that makes it impossible to breathe." He pressed his chest, unwilling to wrestle anymore with the melancholy piled up in his chest, and murmured hoarsely, "It's decided! It's you! The person I like."

"..." Hey, hey, don't arbitrarily decide someone else's life! The person he liked was definitely not her; that was his feeling for another woman, which had nothing to do with her for even a single copper coin! How on earth did it end up falling on her?

Wait a minute, he... could it be that he only had the fragmented memories and feelings from before he fell into the water yesterday left?!

Sure enough, not everyone could afford to play around with amnesia, Young Master, you really do pick the convenient things to remember!

The Young Master of the Chief Counselor of Dongxu Mansion had water in his brain and lost his memory. He recognized no relatives, could not tell right from wrong, and only remembered a little academy student who had bravely jumped into the moat with him yesterday. To be honest, he didn't even know what this little academy student was called, but he simply refused to let him leave his side.

"Young Master, stop acting spoiled."

"What is acting spoiled."

"Did you completely break your brain, that you don't even know what acting spoiled is? You are sick, not sleeping or resting, and lying in bed while stubbornly tugging at my sleeve—that is acting spoiled!" Dropping the medicine bowl in her hand heavily, Zhu Bafu's anger soared. If she wasn't the one feeding him the medicine, he wouldn't drink it; if she wasn't the one helping him back to bed, he wouldn't sleep; if she wasn't staying by his side, he wouldn't recover! It was simply enough! The dignified Young Master to the Chief Counselor of Dongxu Mansion was making a fuss like a toddler throwing a tantrum because he wouldn't get any candy!

"..." Pouting his lips, he put on an injured expression, his sparkling black pupils awkwardly looking away from her, yet the hand gripping her sleeve tugged even tighter. "You just wanted to sneak away while I was sleeping."

"I told you already, I wasn't trying to sneak away, I was going to answer the call of nature! Do you know what answering the call of nature is? It's going to the outhouse to take care of business!"

"Escaping to the Restroom."

"..." Wasn't he so stupid that he didn't even know what acting spoiled meant? Why did he know professional terms like escaping to the restroom?

Come to think of things, what kind of state had his brain been broken into? Look at him now, acting like a seven-year-old child who throws a tantrum when things don't go his way, holding onto her sleeve and refusing to let her leave, pouting his mouth, blinking his eyes—oh ho, he could even flutter those brimming black eyes to act pitiful. Where was he anything like that previously well-read, graceful, arrogant, and haughty Young Master Chenjing?

Tsk tsk! A generation of noble young masters reduced to a brain-damaged idiot unable to take care of himself. Heaven is jealous of talents!

Wait... What if he really became mentally disabled, and only clung to her alone, wouldn't she... accidentally become a mother? Suddenly gaining a "son" and unable to get away?

"Hey! Do you remember who you are?" Flicking her sleeves, she watched Li Chenjing on the bed with beads of cold sweat.

"Who?" Tilting his head, his expression was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and his pupils contained only her figure.

With a splitting headache, she pressed her hand to her forehead and instructed word by word, "You are the Young Master of the Prime Minister's Residence. The Personnel Chief Counselor of Dongxu Mansion!"

"Oh." He nodded blankly.

"What do you mean, 'oh'? Don't you have any impression at all?" It seemed as though as long as she spoke, even if she told him he was an old uncle selling sesame cakes or a pig-slaughtering butcher brother, he would accept it all and completely believe it.

Seeing her dissatisfied and perfunctory reply, he frowned in deep thought, earnestly rummaging through the fragments in his head. Confirming that his mind was completely blank and void, he then earnestly shook his head. "No impression. Is it important?"

"...Of course it's important! It doesn't matter if you forgot things like the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but surely you don't even remember your own name?"

"Mm." He didn't know where he came from, what his status was, or what his surname and given name were. To be precise, apart from the person in front of him, his head was completely empty, with nothing left. His side-lying body naturally wanted to snuggle a bit closer to her, and the jet-black hair spilling across the bed rippled gently with his small movements. "Tell me, what is my name?"

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