Chapter 34

At nine in the evening, Tyler returned with a laptop and some of his belongings.

Vicky was reading at the time and asked, "How is Miss Young?"

"Her bones aren't fractured or damaged, so she'll be discharged in a few days' time."

She nodded and returned to her book.

Spotting the book in her hands, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "What are you reading?"

"Fashion-related book," she muttered as she flipped through the pages. "Cece told me that I opened my own studio before the accident, and since I'll have to get back to work after I'm discharged, I'll have to familiarize myself with what I've done in the past."

"Do you still remember those things?"

Amused by his question, she looked up. "I've lost my memories, not my entire brain. I might not remember the past, but I won't forget about the skills that I've acquired in the past."

People who had lost their memories would not struggle to apply skills they had learned, such as how to eat, drink, or change.

Vicky studied his face i