"You were fortunate that you didn't suffer a severe concussion to the head," Jing Yue said in his typical icy tone as they took a stroll outside the hospital ward. As she was weak, she was seated in a wheelchair while Jing Yue meticulously carted her around the park situated in the vicinity of the ward. Surprisingly, she had been one of the parties involved in a serious car accident - but her damage wasn't that serious considering the other parties had died. She was the sole survivor, and he speculated that the trauma of seeing so many deaths around her had caused her to be significantly affected, and hence, she was suffering a post-traumatic loss of memory. On the good side, it was normally temporary but effects could remain well past a month. He required her to regain her memory (of him) as soon as he could!
"I did have a bandage on my head for some time, still!" Xin Ran squealed innocently. "It was an abominable sight!" He almost chuckled at her adorableness, and even while dressed in her hospital robe and devoid of makeup, she was so attractive. He couldn't wait until she regained her memory of him. Nevertheless, he still cloaked himself with his cold attitude and pretended that he was not bothered by giving her a sneer.
"You're a patient. Why are you so bothered about vanity?" He looked at her unbelievably.
She paused and then suddenly asked with her innocent puppy eyes, "Could you bring me out of the hospital? I can't stand a single moment of being in here!"
Noticing how she was behaving so wilfully even while still in the hospital grounds, he bent over and positioned his seductive lips by her ear. "Miss Tang, I suggest that being a patient, you adhere to the rules of the hospital by listening to the doctor."
She pouted her lips guiltlessly and said, "I'm just so lonely here! I've been stuck in this room for days, and it's like a prison to me!"
"Okay, I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you," Xin Ran mouthed.
"You owe me one," Jing Yue said, flashing her an icy and yet, endearing look. "You will know, in time, all these favours are to be repaid."
She shuddered. "Repayment? What do you want as repayment?"
He inched closer and faced her, gazing deeply into her now-bulging eyes. He absorbed the charm of her innocence and was drawn by the gullibility of the pure little lamb before him. "Plenty, starting from here." He pointed to her dainty little cherry-coloured lips, and before she knew it, he had closed down on her lips with his, and she indulged sinfully in the warmth of his kisses. He stopped after some seconds, releasing Xin Ran who had been fingering her lips confusedly. Even seconds had seemed to be minutes to her, and she was satiated from the sweet taste of his lips on hers.
"You were blushing," he stated coldly. Instantaneously, she lifted her hands to her cheeks to cover it.
She couldn't answer if she had ever been kissed in her life, since she couldn't remember.
The next day, she was still reminiscing about the kiss and wondering what was in his mind when he had kissed her, as well as what he was aiming for her to repay to him. She also contemplated if it was probable that she had been in some form of relationship with Jing Yue in the past. However, the fact that the abrupt kiss had not triggered her to recall having a former kiss with him, suggested otherwise. But at the same time, the kiss had caused her heart to thump furiously, and she was highly unsure if she had developed feelings for Jing Yue at some point in her past.
When she had scrolled the photographs stored in her smartphone earlier, she had not come across any photographs of Jing Yue either. She deduced that they were probably not a couple, but that didn't mean that Tang Ying Xue did not harbour any feelings for the cold young designer. Furthermore, they were working in the same field, and chances for them to meet had been prominent. She imagined dreamily that perhaps, Tang Ying Xue had a hidden crush on Jing Yue even before they had met, as Jing Yue had mentioned, at the conference.
She clicked on the browser application on her phone and deftly typed with her fingers on the on-screen keyboard to search for 'Interior Designer Jing Yue'. There were hundreds of thousands of results, and she clicked on one of the top results, which indicated she had been to the said page about two weeks ago.
She read the gossip report aloud. "Jing Yue, son of Jing Renyi and Ma Xiya, 25 years old. Heir of Jing Architectural Designs, General Manager. Reputed to be single and focused on work, have never been seen with any women. Suspected to be a... homosexual?"
She almost choked upon uttering the word homosexual. In her mind, it had to be completely impossible, since he had just... kissed her! But then, he hadn't said that he had wanted her specifically in a romantic way, so he might have just done it for fun? A lot of possibilities had been roaming around in her brain, and since the gossip report had announced he had never seemed to be seen in the company of women, she cast aside her suspicion that Jing Yue had any feelings for her.
But what about her own feelings? It seemed that Ying Xue was the one who liked Jing Yue, as whenever she thought about that kiss, her heart would beat rapidly! She bit hard on her lower lip and attempted to regain her composure. She had her qualms about possessing unrequited feelings, particularly on love, whenever she recalled how she had died for Fang Yiqi. She had ended her life without being loved, painfully and miserably, in her past life, and she was not going to have that happen to her current life! But, Jing Yue seemed a totally different endeavour for her, since they were in an era that feelings could change anytime!
She went to Tang Ying Xue's notes and looked through the remaining notes she had not read. Perhaps, there was some unresolved puzzle about Jing Yue stored in the notes.
A fruitful search yielded a discovery in the four hundredth and fifty-sixth note. It simply said, "Jing Yue, a book that I cannot seem to read. He is as unpredictable as the wind, and yet, charming as a fox. If only, I could know what he was thinking."
She scrolled further to reveal a subsequent note, the five hundred and fifth, containing a username and password to log in into an online journal. Xin Ran assumed this was where she, as Ying Xue, had apparently written her secret feelings in. Without hesitation, she decided firmly that she needed to discover whether Ying Xue had been in love with Jing Yue, even if she didn't want to end up heartbroken like in her previous lifetime. Simply put, she just wanted to know who Ying Xue was since it was apparent that she was Ying Xue and not just a resident in her body. The truth she wanted to know about Ying Xue encompassed who Ying Xue had loved, even if it was in the past.
She reminded herself that Jing Yue was not Fang Yiqi. If she being Ying Xue, did somehow harbour feelings for Jing Yue in the past, it was all in the past, and her current amnesiac state had caused her to obliterate those feelings. On another note, her feelings were clearly not strong enough, to end up forgotten. And given the fact that he was supposedly homosexual, compared to how Fang Yiqi had rejected her love hurtfully over and over again, it wasn't that hard to accept that he couldn't be with her because he preferred men! At least, she would be more accepting of this reason!
All of a sudden, her head throbbed with immense pain, and amongst tears of agony, she realized she had done too much thinking for the day!
When she woke up again after taking the painkillers from the nurse, it was already four in the afternoon. Jing Yue hadn't turned up today, and the visiting hours of the ward were already over for the daytime. It wouldn't be until five-thirty in the evening until the hospital ward would open up to allow visitors again.She heard a buzz from her phone and realized there was a notification from HeyApp. Someone by the alias 'A Marvel' had sent her a message. Since t
Jing Yue nonchalantly looked on at the patient with her hair in an adorable mess. "Good evening, Miss Tang. Do you remember anything yet?"Xin Ran shook her head. "No, nothing."
He coaxed her calmly and pulled her closer to him to soothe her pain, and after a few minutes, she felt herself drifting into a deep slumber. To her astonishment, instead of merely falling asleep, her consciousness was fading away.Sheappeared to be entering an unusual area,seemingly in another plane of existence.
Before renewing her contract with her employers, Janny Xu had returned to her secluded home town for two weeks to visit her aged parents, having missed them so much after spending several years in a strange city far from home. She had barely resumed work for a week when gossip in the office about her teammate's probable accident had somehow reached her ears. Up till now, nobody had bothered to find out what happened to their colleague who was missing in action. Janny found it appalling how certain people only cared about themselves and had only seemed to be concerned about her when it benefited themselves. In the past, when they worked together as a team, so many of these colleagues had invested in currying favour with Ying Xue, by treating her to b
"Xue Xue!" Janny yelled and dashed into the hospital room.Xin Ran looked up from the magazine, her large round eyes filled with perplexity as she absorbed the sight of the unfamiliar female figure before her. She had been expecting that Jing Yue would be here t
Xin Ran sensed that she was strolling in an extremely colourful floral garden. It had felt so comfortable, that she was unsure if she was Chu Xin Ran or Tang Ying Xue then. She didn't know if it was a dream or a memory, and then she continued. She realized everything felt so realistic, that she was doubtful if she was in a dreamscape or if it was reality.This time, she didn't see Goddess Qiwan in her dreams. A tall and muscular figu
Xin Ran didn’t believe how easily she had just turned him down with one call, Xin Ran thought as she replaced her smartphone into her handbag. She was discharged the same night and returned with Janny to the apartment they lived in.The apartment turned out to be rather cosy and feminine-looking, with pas