"What did you say? Amnesia? My wife lost her mory?"
Mo Chuxi was taken aback.
"That’s correct."
The doctor confird.
Mo Chuxi’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Yan Xinxin actually has amnesia?
She has lost part of her mory?
What does this an!
Mo Chuxi turned to look at the sleeping figure, his eyes glowing with a subtle light.
"So, her strange words and actions now are because that portion of her mory has returned? Is that why she’s saying things she normally wouldn’t and acting in peculiar ways?"
"That’s correct."
The doctor nodded.
Mo Chuxi felt his heart beating faster, more restless.
"If that’s the case, then why doesn’t she rember who she is now?"
"Mr. Mo, have you ever heard of a certain condition?"
The doctor explained calmly.
"In dicine, we call this condition dissociative disorder."
"Dissociative disorder?"
"It’s what people commonly refer to as split personality. Based on the examination results, Mrs. Mo has one type of dissociative disorder, specifically what we call psychogenic amnesia."
As the doctor’s diagnosis sank in, Mo Chuxi felt like he’d been struck forcefully in the chest!
It was as if a toxic substance had drilled into his bloodstream, its corrosive power suppressing his heartbeat and breath.
"Are you saying my wife not only has amnesia but also a second personality?"
"Based on the report findings, that appears to be the case."
The doctor adjusted his glasses.
"Mrs. Mo may have recently experienced a certain level of stimulation, which caused signs of revival in the portion of mory she had lost."
Stimulated?
Mo Chuxi quickly thought of the events from the past few days. The trigger that affected her—he couldn’t dismiss the involvent of that despicable man, Xiao Yiran.
"As for why Mrs. Mo doesn’t rember who she is now, it’s because the stimulation caused her to form a self-protective barrier. She subconsciously believes her second personality can make her feel less pain."
"So, deep within her consciousness, she only wants to be the version of herself from her mories, and not her present self."
She only wants to be the version of herself from her mories, and not her present self!
The doctor’s words were now spinning relentlessly in Mo Chuxi’s mind, causing his sharp features to shift dramatically!
In disbelief, he looked towards the sleeping young woman, his heartbeat frantic as he took steps towards her, approaching her step by step.
The closer he got, the more he stared at her delicate face, her pretty and gentle brows, and the more reluctant he felt to face the truth.
She has forgotten her current self, yet wants to beco the version of herself from her mories, and in Yan Xinxin’s mories, that version is Mu Qianyuan!
What does this signify...
Yan Xinxin is Mu Qianyuan?
She is the silly, clumsy little girl he loved the most when he was young? The Little Qianyuan who would follow him around from her first faltering steps to her babbling speech?
How could this be!
The confidence in his ever-composed features finally showed signs of cracking.
He gazed at Yan Xinxin, a profound light slowly gathering in his deep eyes...
Yan Xinxin slept soundly and had another dream.
It was a beautiful and joyful dream.
She walked hand in hand with her most admired Brother Xi, strolling across green fields where flowers blossod and butterflies fluttered. She was so happy...
Morning ca.
Yan Xinxin woke up groggy from her dream. As soon as she opened her eyes, Mo Chuxi’s fatigued and handso features entered her blurred vision.
She suddenly unfolded her eyebrows and smiled sweetly.
"Brother Xi, good morning!"
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